As far as Skyler was aware, every single person in her family was Hoennian born and raised. It wouldn't surprise her if she were descended from ancient Hoennian people - but if she was, those roots (being currently showcased all around her) had long been forgotten. For the most part.

"How many now?" Leaning back against the bar's wooden counter, Skyler peeks at the next stall over where a sweet old lady seems to be playing a tradicional card game with several other people. By the shell-shocked look in their faces, Skyler surmises her nana hasn't lost her- charm, so to speak.

"Three so far, but give her time. Day's still young." On the other side of the counter, her cousin Max takes a breather to look in the same direction as Skyler. Half-heartedly, he pushes a brightly colored drink her way while taking a swig from his own. "At least no one's lost their trousers so far."

"Hmmm." 

Skyler wipes the sweat gathering on the back of her neck (when had it become this hot?) and kicks off the counter, surreptitiously swiping a nearby bottle as she does so. A few seconds later, Max's voice raises up somewhere behind her. "For Arceus' sake, Sky, I'm right here." It sounds less angry than it does disgruntled, her cousin being all too accustomed to her antics.

"You behaving, nana?" 

An old lady looks up from the cards across the table, lips splitting into a warm smile at the sight of the captain. "Ah, ma chérie, don't I always? Come, come! Give your nana a hug."

Laughter bubbles to the surface, and Skyler wastes no time before bending down to do just that. 

"Least let them keep their trousers this time." 

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"Didn’t take this for your sort of thing." The voice comes from somewhere behind the malevolent, an amused drawl. "No champagne flutes and hardly anyone to exchange barbs with." Skyler's interactions with Giratina's Chosen thus far had been few and far between, and almost exclusively amidst conflict – be it physical or verbal.

To find her in such mundane surroundings feels wrong somehow. Skyler nearly expects something cataclysmic to interrupt the event.

A couple of breaths later, when no disaster happens upon the festival, Skyler simply shrugs and gestures to the bottle in her hand in lieu of invitation. "I’ve got no glasses I’m afraid."

Whether or not Katherine Fairburne has any qualms about drinking directly from the bottle, Skyler herself seems unbothered by the fact. She could always swing by her cousin Max’s booth and steal a glass, but by the way he’s staring, slack-jawed, at the Elite Four, he probably wouldn’t be able to function. Much less remember what a glass is.

"What brings you here, Fairburne?" Peering over the woman’s shoulder, she finds a crudely shaped statue of what might be, if you narrowed your eyes just so, an unfortunately small depiction of the male genitalia.

"Huh." Skyler takes a swig from her bottle. "Cute."

Katherine Fairburne
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Any hypothetical surprise at the malevolent's comment takes a backseat to a budding appreciation.

"It would hardly be any fun otherwise. If you're going to be out there, might as well make some ripples." Throughout the years, it'd been shown time and time again that Skyler and boredom were, at best, a volatile mix.

If the captain hadn't become familiar with Katherine's powers, she might've startled at the abrupt rip in reality. The casualness of it still manages to give her pause, though it breaks down at the sight of, of all things, champagne flutes. 

Of course.

"Handy, that." Her lips twitch, betraying her amusement as she moves to fill both flutes. While not champagne, the fortified wine - Port? - has a sweet aftertaste that is not wholly unpleasant. "Don't things get lost in there?" Her curiosity is, surprisingly, entirely genuine.

"Ah." Skyler finds her eyes going back to the old lady currently robbing two unfortunate young men of their goods - and dignity. Good ol' Nana Dross. "My family's all here. My parents work at the museum. They're both historians." Silver moves back to the malevolent, casual-like. "And I'd rather not be disowned. Plus," Skyler shakes the bottle, grinning, "free booze." 

She opts to ignore the outraged expression on her cousin's face somewhere to the side.  

Katherine Fairburne
cultural festival | open to interactions!
1) Steal? a treat for a friend?
2) Make a comment about the art
3) Notice how weirdly hot it's getting

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