"Good."

Nodding placidly, the admin thoughtlessly plucked the top of his prepared bento box, making his side of the desk already noticeably consumed by his lunch and utensils.

"Should I not?"

The question returned to Elisabeth with such genuine curiosity that it was clear, despite their previous conversation, all tension had already fled from his thoughts. At least for right now. With things how they were, when Felix wasn't reviewing the 20th document stating Rocket's backup measures should another three-day war against the ultra beasts occur, he was basically running at 20%. Only able to put effort into eating, breathing, and standing up straight.

"If you want me gone, I can go back."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

"Okay."

Back to eating then.

Today's bento box, a specialty crafted by the culinary chef August Gallagher himself, was a simple one: just a box of rice, fruits, and vegetables. Honestly, Felix hated most things that weren't chicken nuggets, steak, or mashed potatoes, but after seeing his little brother pour so much time into his cooking skills, he thought, he couldn't say no to it.

"Hm?"

The crystabloom report? Honestly, he hadn't taken the time to go through it.

"Not really."

Was that what she wanted to talk about? Crystablooms and their possible radioactiveness?

"I...don't know too much about them, honestly. I usually leave that to the scientists."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

The bento box was good.

So good, in fact, it had Felix wondering if it beat out his typical lunch of plain chicken and rice.

"Hm."

The silence that sat between the two admins was one of comfort. There were no harsh feelings plaguing his mind, nor worries that sent his heart feeling frantic. Just a calm, solemn sense of tranquility that allowed him to slowly pick apart his food in pieces. That is, of course, Elisabeth's voice sliced through the silence for the second time, beckoning for his attention.

"I didn't."

Why would he?

"Do you want to talk about it, though?"

Elisabeth Fiorelli

"Uh huh."

Picking part of his lunch, the admin silently chewed on his lunch as the other rambled on about things he frankly held no understanding of. It wasn't like he'd prefer to be this way -- he imagined, if he could contribute to the conversation, their lunch break might become more enjoyable to share? Might conversation even bloom like crystabloom?

Finally, something came to mind.

A bridge that would've allowed him some footing to jump off from.

"Hm. If just one can do that, I wonder what a swarm is capable of."

Placing his fork down, the man leaned back into his chair. The leather cried beneath the shifting weight. Elbow propped up against the chair's right armrest, he placed his hand on top of his hand and heaved a heavy sigh.

Elisabeth Fiorelli

"No," he sighed again, shoulders slacking as his thoughts drifted from not only a singular swarm of incoming Poipole, but also the other ultra beasts, which he'd been forced to look into ever since becoming an admin.

How frustrating.

"It's just--" Felix paused, almost forcing himself to stop. If it was anyone other than Elisabeth Fiorelli sitting there, occupying that second seat, he might've left it at that. But it wasn't anyone else. It was her. "I've been stressed about them. " The Ultra beast.

How do you defend against something like that? It almost felt as though he was given an impossible task.

"Not really sure what'll happen if they show up again."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

The neverending problems that leaked from this avatarship were something he'd come to struggle with daily. When being tasked with the organization's defenses, your worst enemy is one that cannot be beaten by your hands alone. It'd take another demi-god to bring one down.

But, at least there they had a solution. Even if it left Felix uneasy, if the likes of Katherine Fairburne were ever to bring hell upon sootiopolis, there were always those like Cillian Quinn who'd be able to stop her.

"You're right."

At the very least, they'd be easier to deal with than another ultra-beast war. If they were to burst through realities seams again, Hoenn might crumble easier than a crystabloom.

Elisabeth Fiorelli