As Lulu chose a place on one of the sofas, Oscar would rise from his desk. Holding the two glasses in his hands, the beast would make his way to the opposite side and seat himself. He would slide one of the glasses across the table to sit in front of Lulu, should she desire to drink from it. Oscar took a swig of his own beverage before answering Lulu's question.

"How would you feel about a more long-term collaboration?" Oscar considered leaving out details until she responded with curiosity, but he could hardly contain himself as it was. "I gotta be honest Lulu, and what I'm about to tell you I don't tell a lot of people. You're a treasure, and I would be honestly devastated if I never got to work with you again. I'd like to invest in your projects, lend a hand in your ambitions. Would this interest you?"

Oscar sipped his wine slowly, attempting to mask his nerves as he waited for Lulu to respond.

Lulu Flint

Oscar's eyebrows raised, a smile crossing his face as he took another sip of his wine. He didn't expect her to agree so willingly, and honestly he was more than a bit pleased. Of course then she asked what he was actually interested in and his expression scrunched a bit. 

"That is the million dollar question, isn't it?" 

Oscar put his glass down, gingerly pushing it away for now. He folded his hands, looking directly at Lulu with a friendly smirk. "I want what you want Lulu. You have a beautiful mind and I don't think you get to express it enough. My investment isn't for anything in particular, rather than the certainty that without limits you can do amazing things."

Oscar tapped his fingers together, leaning on one of his elbows as he swiveled his head, "How does that knowledge make you feel?"

Lulu Flint

Oscar nodded slowly, his smile faltering for a moment. This was a turn, but he understood. His smile returned after a moment, his gaze remaining soft. 

"Of course Lulu, my offer for support is open and ongoing. Basically, if you need anything don't hesitate to let me know." Oscar thought for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to tell Lulu something. Which he was, he didn't know whether what he had would interest Lulu--but then again fuck it who cares.

Oscar pulled out his phone, and after a few swipes he would slide it across the table toward Lulu. "Take a look at that. I want to know your opinion."

On the screen Lulu would see a blueprint for a perpetual motion machine, a sort of battery that could cycle infinity energy indefinitely at a smaller charge. Oscar watched intently, curious about what his colleague thought.

Lulu Flint 

Oscar chugged the rest of his wine as Lulu spoke. The blueprint was the key to a beautiful future, but the way he obtained it won't make Lulu happy. She needed to know though, and Oscar had to weather her reaction. He put the glass down, breathing deeply as he put his hands in his lap.

"I'm calling it a perpetual motion battery. I wish I could take credit for its design, but I'm afraid we have Silph co's engineers to thank for this." Oscar sighed a bit as he stood up, making his way toward a nearby cabinet as he continued. "I made a deal with Mr. Silph. A risky move perhaps, but considering how valuable this device will be I felt it was a necessary sacrifice."

Oscar opened the cabinet, revealing a plethora of alcohol. He had the suspicion he would need something stronger for the rest of this conversation. "He wanted a source of energy, I provided him the successful prototype generator we weren't using. In exchange he gave me this design, discarded by his company as a failed pipe-dream." Oscar pulled some bourbon and two glasses from a shelf, carrying them back to the table before sitting down. 

"I imagine this isn't pleasant news for you to hear, I wish to know how you feel about it. Truthfully."

Lulu Flint

Oscar narrowed his eyes, almost surprised at what Lulu had said. An amused smile crossed his face, as if he had finally gotten the punchline to a joke. He chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he reclined.

"I mean, of course your opinion matters Lulu. I consider you my friend. You've earned my trust and I value your insight." 

Oscar took a sip of his hard liquor, making a face as he swallowed. He raised the cup to eye level and swished it around as if searching for something. "Speaking of, how does this bourbon taste to you? I don't normally get this brand and it seems--I dunno bitter?"

Lulu Flint

Oscar leaned back as Lulu gave her assessment. It was perhaps due to his preexisting buzz, but he suddenly decided that this bourbon tasted fantastic and had himself another solid gulp. Didn't even burn this time, the wonders of psychology. 

Oscar nodded as Lulu shared some concerns, though she seemed to be overall satisfied with Oscar calling her his friend. Good, he was worried for a moment that she would jump to her feet and laugh at Oscar in his face or something. A Rocket Beast having feelings? What was the world coming to? He gave a slow pop of his tongue as he thought of a response.

"Well, it's our pipe dream now. I'd be more than happy to accept the help." Oscar put down his glass and rolled his neck. "As for good ol' Fernando, I have no idea what he wants with that much power. Probably something dangerous and horrifying, but at least he just has the prototype. Not much reason to keep that thing anyway beyond sentimentality, we've already outpaced it."

It may seem as if Oscar was underestimating Fernando's capabilities, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. He knew exactly how dangerous the Silph CEO was, and while his plans worried Oscar there was no way to know exactly what they were and thus no reason to fret over them. Unless...

Oscar raised an eyebrow, "You know--if you have a good relationship with Mr. Silph, it's possible that he would be willing to divulge some details about his plan? Might be something to consider."

Oscar looked off past Lulu, briefly lost in his own curiosity.

Lulu Flint