Cynthian brought a flower to his chin to think. "Golett sentinels are ground and ghost type, right. If you're just like the ones I've seen, you should look to get the purple or brown ones."
"Cool, thanks!"
Ashwood looked through the bag Cabot had gotten that Cynthian's gummi from. It was full of jellybean-like food of all colors -- each color representing a different type. They dug through the bag. Purple or brown.
They found a brown gummi first. They held it in their palm and studied it. It didn't look like much. Brown jellybean -- what flavor would that be? Brown for Ground-type, so like dirt? Did Ground-types like the taste of dirt? But they remembered how happy the Pokemon in the PMD games were described as being when they got their favorite gummi, and they were a Pokemon now, so...
"Welp, here I go."
They shifted their head back, revealing a narrow opening from which dim yellow light emanated. They dropped the gummi into the opening. They could almost feel the gummi hit the swirl of energy that rotated in the center of their body, and --
"Ahh, that's good!!!" they said, dancing in place. The gummi dissolved when it touched the energy, and then melted into pure, delicious goodness. It was a completely different kind of taste than what Ashwood was used to; they weren't even sure they could call it taste. It stoked the energy inside of them, suddenly tinted their perceptions with a blur tinged with sweetness.
The sensation faded quickly, and Ashwood caught their lack of breath. (Caught their energy tick-tocking like a clock inside of them? They didn't know.) Strangely enough, as good as the sensation had been, they felt only extremely satisfied. They glanced back at the bag of gummis. Sure, they
could go for another, but they didn't feel any pressing desire.
They wondered how their friends and family would react, seeing that they didn't particularly want to eat. Their mother would be thrilled.
