Evan emerges from the back parts of the Stray just in time to answer the question. "Sure, to be honest I don't really feel up to cooking right now." not with his heart still feeling like it might beat out of his chest at any moment.

Thrown over his shoulder is a pair of blankets, fuzzy and cozy and warm. Draped over his arms is a change of clothes. Lucky for Lars they were close to the same size and Evan liked his clothing a little loose for casual wear anyway. Sweat pants and a t-shirt might not be what he normally wore but it would be better than staying in suite likely made freezing by the weather they had just flown through.

Evan sets them on the counter, quick to look away. "Feel free to go change, get comfortable, I don't expect you to fly out again this late." He won't let him, is what he really means, so Lars better expect to relax for the rest of the night.

Laurence Anderson

"I guarantee it." Evan says without hesitation. The amount of stories, the way they are spread across each and every region, there's no way there aren't more. There's no way they haven't been surfacing. Whether it be here or in other places doesn't matter. The stories are becoming reality.

The legends are coming true.

"Celebi is not of here, and the only guess I can make is that either something is coming to call them here- or it has already come and they are reacting to it. It's more than just the rocket invasion, it was a catalyst to something. I haven't the foggiest idea what."

Or perhaps that was just his writers intuition talking. Or something else. That part of him he tries to deny, that part of him he holds in a box and keep away from the rest of the world.

Laurence Anderson

He doesn't really answer him and there's a moment where Evan looks undeniably cross with him for it.

Without hesitation the man reaches out to touch the other's cheeks, the side of his neck, confirming the cold of his skin before retreating away. "Yes you are."He finds the lights and the hallways to the back of the tavern, seeking out the doorway to the hidden part the barkeep has always called home.

"I don't mind, there's also food in the kitchen if you like." because he has to feed himself too after all, though Evan is decidedly more healthy in nature than the ranger may be used to. Finding that the greasier foods of the city upset his gut too greatly.

Stay put, I'll be right back." he ducks away into a hidden hallway, expecting Lars to stay in the main room of the tavern for the time being, weathering the chill that's still in the air despite the old building's heat having been on all evening. It never seems to keep the place nearly as warm as the old hearth does when Evan gets it going.

Laurence Anderson

A gentle hand settles on the back of the pokemon beside him, gentle and cautious of the petals that stick to her side. Though many of the performances are worthy of note it is Chubs (Bailey Cooper) that does not only hold his attention, no the spheal makes the man grin with gentle mirth. By habit, a reflex of the mind Evan crouches in the spot where they stand off stage as he watches. Almost like it might bring him closer to the scene by doing so. There is a simple beauty in the pokemon's actions that he feels most others may not be able to capture.

When he looks up it is to see his own pokemon just as enamored by the simplicity behind the performance. The soft chuckle at the pokemon's final comment on his own work serves to break the spell enough to pull trainer and pokemon alike out of it and back into the fray of the contest.

A pat on her back brings her attention to him, the set of eyes matching her. "Threes it is then girl, do you remember what the number three is?" she nods and with another pat takes to the stage without him.

The pokemon trots to the middle of the performance area, navigating it with care. Only after she has nestled herself beside the tree does begin, the glow of her horn soft and subtle. The colors of her pastel veil slip through the cracks, trailing over the tree and through the air. The first psybeam seeks the sky in dazzling wonder. The soft light pulling the colors of her veil around it into a swirling of color that splits at its peak, raining them back down upon the stage like small stars that twinkle with psychic energy and dim into nothing a moment later.

It comes again but this time it seeks the crowd before them. This time comes with greater energy, building off the previous psybeam and the small stars still falling on the stage. Pastel pinks and purple take hold in the area and fill it with the color only to be illuminated in a beam of energy that pops and crackles before the crowd. As the stars near the eyes of the spectators they can better see how the psychic energy swirls and mesmerizes them.

Those that stare too long may even find it sending them into a dreamy state, the confusing nature of the energies taking hold.

As the last of the stars fall to the floor, dissipate before the eyes of those watching, the greatest of her psybeams strikes the sky, raining down before them with an even greater display than before, like fireworks made of magic, leaving stars in their eyes.

She walks off stage before they can finish falling, leaving no trace of where they come from, and none of where they are going.

MTSrrDED

>>i apologize for it technically being late, something came up while I was writing it but i wrote as fast as I could ;w;