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"What was it?" Zinc asked, tilting her head. "S'more has been a little nervous about the whole spy thing lately, actually... I feel bad for him. It must be hard not knowing who you can trust when you're at the top. He doesn't really have... anyone to turn to aside from Pop himself. And he...

"Well, here we are," Zinc said. "This was going to be your home, right? At least... well, one of them. It's hard to tell since it seems like a lot of you have been... slow to move out of the Guild." The Goodra searched for a good place to set it all down.

A wry smile was S'more's initial reply. "Well, I suppose if there was another way to spy on me, it would be by acting as my assistant." He nodded. "Very well. Come with me."

Why should we not tell Pop? What purpose would that serve?

S'more nodded, then sighed as he turned away. "Was that all you wished to speak to me about? I should probably return to my work."

I beg your pardon. Wait, he's--he actually thinks he's the spy? Himself? Evidence points to him so much that even he can't deny it. Still. That sounds like he would be the unwitting one. Hrrgh... we have no solid proof otherwise, though. We can only... weakly consider him one of the spies...

"Perhaps that would be best," S'more said, nodding. "But if you do... I have one request." And finally, he looked at Vix--and there seemed to be nothing but sincerity in his eyes. "Please do not tell Pop about this. He would be devastated. If we have any luck... we can resolve this and rid me of...

"Oh, I should be able to carry most of it. That's no problem." Zinc smiled. "I'm a little stronger than I look." She reached down first with her arms and picked up a few of the baskets. Then, she tilted her head forward, and her horns lengthened and wrapped around most of the other baskets...

It's a miracle you survived for this long. I'm on my way just in case. Where are you?

...What. You're talking to him ALONE? Owen shouted back. Where are you right now? What if he attacks or something?!

"I see," S'more replied, and he turned to continue his pacing. His head was down, deep in thought. "All very understandable. Keeping an eye on anyone that was possibly suspicious. And indeed, if I was the one that had been compromised, there would be no telling what sort of damage I could do on...

Zinc puffed and looked over another basket of plants that had been meticulously and carefully uprooted. "This batch looks good," she told Mellow in her usual, soft tone. "Brr... Very cold out here. I guess with your Fire it isn't so bad, but... you do seem a different from normal Charmeleon that...

S'more paused, then glanced back, his frown deepening. "I believe you misunderstand me," he said, and then went back to pacing. "I'm not naive. I didn't live as Arceus' right hand without knowing how to be wary of my surroundings, even in places that would be considered safe. While I may be...

"Mm. I see." S'more hopped off of the bag and walked toward the other end of the room, pacing in silence as Vix continued her explanation and her theorizing, and finally her proposal. "You believe that all of the evidence appears to be pointing to me," he said. "The evidence we'd barely managed...

The more Vix spoke, the more those flames on S'more's head seemed to subside and stabilize into something that could be equated to stone-faced. "Yes, why me indeed," S'more hummed, sitting up in the beanbag that he had been resting in. "I do wonder why my strike and essence had been replicated...

"Hmm? Ah, of course, certainly." S'more nodded with a confident smile. "Are you having trouble finding your new home, by chance? I believe the directions given weren't very specific aside from the street name." As usual, there didn't seem to be anything suspicious about his behavior.

"Arceus doesn't want me going there," Cola said with a frown. "I think I should stay behind... It still seems dangerous and I don't wanna get sucked in all that chaos."

"I bet," Cola agreed, nodding. "I heard that Soda's busy doing some sleuthing for possible spies, though. He's probably too busy right now... Maybe after you guys save the Worldcore we can hang out with him!"

Buffet nodded. "I will do what I can, when I can." That was really all he could offer. It was quite a task... but thanks to matters of Blacklight, emotional easing for things like this had a higher priority than normal. This was well within Buffet's priorities.

"Oh," said Buffet with a gentle nod. "I could certainly try to. It's not always easy, you know. It would depend on a lot of factors. Some worlds are less open than others, and some worlds don't keep track of where their inhabitants go after death, so they could be anywhere in the beyond. Not as...