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[attr="class","samjermain"]The happy chittering received a soft smile in return. She always enjoyed the Noibat line. They were graceful, beautiful creatures. But now was not the time to admire his little pinions and the well-bred lines of his wings.

At the question, Aubre shook her head. “No, she is not. Michaela is typically very quiet. It’s like living with an old philosopher in a toddler’s body.” She asked too many questions and tended to judge others. If it sparked her curiosity, nothing was off limits. “She is fairly obedient most of the time.” At least when it came to her mother. Leon rarely received the same deference.

The doctor sighed. “I suppose all the noise and sweets are having their effect.” Maybe she should have taken away that bag of cotton candy before it fit into her pocket. Or stopped at a simple caramel apple and skipped the sprinkles and chocolate drizzle. “Still, it is kind of relieving to see her acting like a normal child.” More than once, Aubre wondered if her daughter was possessed or some highly advanced automaton.

When Elise talked about Ashley, the other Galarian’s smiled. She really did not think a friend could understand, but she certainly appreciated the attempts at empathy. “She is certainly a handful.” She laughed. “Why my husband wants five more I cannot imagine.” Then again, his nonna and nonno had 13 children.

Dodging around the punching bags, Aubre and the princess came to a fork in the road. The left ended in a railing with a few of the nearby Magikarp Fishing game. A conniving light appeared in Aubre’s eyes. “Can you take the left route, please?” If this place worked the way she thought, the two paths would run right back together. Hopefully, a pincher movement would be enough to stop the runaway in her little rebellious tracks.

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