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It's Martin who points at the Glimmora first - and Cass is immediately enchanted. "Oh my, what a pretty one," she whispers. She doesn't get closer, not wanting to scare it away. "Martin, could you do me a favour?" she asks her Comfey, petting it a bit as if he'd actually need any convincing.

He approaches the Glimmora with friendly noises, and it turns to him, slightly opening its petal. Martin seems to compliment it, and also shows his own flowers, all carefully curated by Cass and regularly switched out to fit his current mood. He seems to be explaining that to the Glimmora, too, while Cass is watching from afar with tension that is tangible.

She has no doubts in Martin's charm, but you never know ... no, he'd definitely make compelling arguments! Surely?

It seems to be ages that the two pokémon chat, but honestly. All of her poison types are so polite and well-mannered, they do not mind waiting while Martin and Glimmora chat away. "Hah. They are so beautiful together, right ... actually, I need to send a picture into the group chat." She takes out her phone and snaps a picture.

Then, the waiting continues.

She looks up at the sky, which almost turns a bit dark. Dermot seems to be excited now, seeming to become more and more awake the closer it comes to nighttime. "Ah, my little night monkey," she says, patting the little guy. "Jon, feel free to doze off a bit. You, too, Baron, if you want." It seems like truly, Martin and Glimmora had to chat a lot. And she really doesn't want to interrupt, but ...

"Dermot, sorry, we can't camp out here." She whistles to catch Martin's attention, who suddenly realises the time with a faint flush to his green cheeks. He gestures over to Cass again, and the Glimmora approaches. It's truly beautiful - and it reminds her, a bit, of Tera Crystals, actually ...

"Nah, darling? Want to come along?" she asks softly, "I'm Cass. This is Martin, as you probably know, and Jon, Dermot, Baron." She takes out a pokéball. "There's more friends to get to know, too!" And she throws the pokéball gently.