It seemed like easy work. Walk through a berry patch and smack some Taillow.

The trees were swarming with the things, in a way that was kind of eerie.

Stink brought one down with a ferocious thundershock.

“Ho ho ho,” she cackled, smacking the foliage with a stick to scare out more Taillow, “looks like I’m Tippi Hedron now!”

She was so focused on causing chaos that she didn’t notice the Oricorio’s teeter dance until she walked right into it, and before she knew it, she was imitating the silly dance, knobby joints knocking all over the place.

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She wobbled one way, then the other, then back again, smacking her forehead on a lowhanging branch. Stink hovered in the background, making the Pikachu : o face.

“Yeeeessirrrr, never better,” she said, rubbing at the reddening spot on her skin. “Dancing is fun and everyone should do it.”

She fell on her ass in the grass. “Eugh. Does dancing normally make you wanna barf?”

The Taillow gathered above and made shrill cries, sounding like hecklers.

Avery picked up a rock and threw it, scattering the birds.

“No comments from you, Statler and Waldorf!”

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“‘Sfine,” she said, voice evening out as she became more aware, and came back to herself a little more. Well, as much as she ever was back to herself.

For some stupid reason, what snapped Avery back to reality was Clover’s apparent unfamiliarity with Statler and Waldorf. “You know, like, the Muppets?”

(If they don’t have Muppets in Hoenn, I don’t want to be here.)

They watched the little pinata-bird run up and bitchslap a Taillow across the beak.

“It can be hard when ya don’t know when your next meal is coming.”

She thinks back to rolling Kantonian plains, paddies of rice, drip-drip-drip goes the poison from a little glass vial.

Avery stands, shaking her head, to clear the cloud of memories.

“Yessir. Easy money, that. And I brought my anti-birdification beam, Stink. Say hi, Stink.”

Stink looked like she wanted to do anything but.

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“Oooh, diner food. Grease. Me likey grease.”

That was her answer. She felt it sufficed as a yes.

“Go on, Stink. Light ‘em up like fairy lights. I will pay you in french fries.”

As Stink seemed to war with herself, Avery turned back to the shorter Taillow hunter.

“My name is N--,” she almost gave her codename, then remembered, this was entirely legal and, actually, encouraged. “--Avery. What’s yours?”

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