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"I love camping!!" Momo beams. "Thanks for helping out, everyone!" [break][break]

Her enthusiasm is met by a chorus of cheers. Silver and Leaf had worked together to gather firewood, while Charles had been quick to set the campfire alight with a mouthful of fire fang. Aimi used her hammer to help set the pitons of the tent in place, while Silque had checked and double-checked with her sensitive ears that no threats were around. Finally, Tsuki helped Momo bring out folding chairs in addition to the fallen logs that acted as chairs, as well as cheered on everyone's hard work with a special dance under the moonlight. [break][break]

All in all, it had been a team effort to make this setup what it is, and the girl happily showers her friends with love and affection as a form of gratitude for everything. That, and a hearty helping of curry, which had been cooking low and slow over the campfire for the last two hours. She prepares a serving for each of her pokemon and then herself, and eats deliciously in the peaceful night. [break][break]

Well, almost peaceful. Momo can tell right away when a potential danger is coming, because one minute Charles is curled up into a lazy ball on the ground, and the next, he's seated upright and positioned himself right next to Momo—so much that his soft fur sweeps against her ankles. [break][break]

She finishes another spoonful of curry and rice before glancing at Silver, the sceptile also on high alert but who always tries to play it cool. He might have grown up from his grovyle days, but his behavior is pretty much the same since back then! "Maybe it's a poke-friend who wants to play," she says to him, as though attempting to compromise. "They can probably smell the curry! Let's invite all the wild pokemon to eat, okay? Unless they're violent, then..." [break][break]

But between her sceptile, tinkaton, and stoutland, Momo doesn't think a violent pokemon will last a single moment around her, let alone the whole night. Still, it doesn't hurt to be friendly, even if the wild pokemon are startled. [break][break]

Speaking of which, who could that be, rustling in the bushes over there? [break][break]

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