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"Maple turned me into a cat when I told her we were working for some alternate Dark Matter." It wasn't really the truth, but Bahamut said it with a straight face anyway.

"Liver." Bahamut tapped his right arm against his back. The extra two limbs were probably going to get him a bunch of weird looks. "Gut feeling tells me I'll enjoy it. Like with milk."

"Mmm." Bahamut pocketed the badge in his bag. The stone thumped up against it. "It's not a restaurant I'm looking for, so hopefully some place has what I'm looking for." He looked skyward, eyes turning yellow. "I found a recipe in this book Owen gave me. It's been a while since I've cooked...

"I'm fine. Just trying to figure out which of these is the shopping district." Bahamut's eyes flickered between pink and blue while he studied the badge. "And what about you? Are you okay given your experience with that infernal machine?"

Bahamut levitated his badge in front of him, looking at the map of Destiny Village. Individual stores were not labeled, much to his dismay. So, he'd have to just play things by ear. New, metal ears buried somewhere in his mane. This dumb body was the whole reason he was looking for liver anyway...

[Sourdough > Team Spectrum]: I am looking to purchase some liver. Does anyone else want to see what fooderies are in this town?

“Sure.” Bahamut scooped the book up and wandered into the hall. <><><>

"Well, maybe not here." Bahamut pointed out the window to Destiny Village. "But returning to the Grass Continent? Perhaps."

"Well, I'd suggest offering yourself and Celeste up as bait, but that would be rude of me." Bahamut kept a straight face for a moment, before chuckling at himself.

Bahamut thought back to when Darkwhite abducted Celeste on the beach in Treasure Town. "I think it's something to do with Celeste." He smirked. "Though your can-do, uppity attitude likely made things worse in this one, isolated case."

"She was right there," Bahamut said, not batting an eye. "You can ask Pine, Nanab, Seyka, and Cynthian if you don't believe me. They were all there, too."

Bahamut shrugged. "Not a clue. And it's a subject that's hard to investigate. Though, if I could offer any advice, ignoring her seems to make her let slip things she doesn't intend to." He clicked his tongue. "At least, that's how I got her to bring up the machine and the infected village."

"Was it? I didn't go and inspect what Chip had gathered," Bahamut said. "I guess the ones who did reported to you."

"Well, they've been helpful for intel and travel arrangements, but as far as the fights have gone it's been... solely our handiwork." Bahamut shrugged. He was going to dodge the battling issue entirely. It was just going to have be some bizarre interdimensional culture gap that he'd struggle to...

"I'm not above any of you. I'm beneath all of you." Bahamut lowered his head. "I should be dead. Eternatus should've killed me. And if it hadn't shown up, I was getting to the end of my days." He frowned. "Stars age. Our light grows dimmer. Weaker. Until eventually, we explode in one final blaze...

His eyes and brain prism dimmed. "Because after living through a millennia of broken futility, it's frustrating to see so many of our allies gallivanting around and getting themselves into trouble when we may very well be the only thing that can prevent this world's untimely demise." Bahamut...

"Exactly." He paused and looked wistfully out a window. "Hmm... now that you mention it, it's been ages since I've even heard the phrase 'Trick Room' brought up in conversation. I can use the technique, though it's quite exhausting. But I would not be surprised if it's died out on Etherium. I'd...

"You're overgeneralizing. When I say violating the laws of nature, I mean things like manipulating time and space. Ignoring the aging process." Bahamut waved his right arm. "Being able to create continents or oceans from nothing. Unless you're claiming you're capable of feats like that, you're...

"Maybe in your world. In the dimension Etherium dwells, pokémon rely on energy sources to manufacture their attacks," Bahamut said, offering the shadow charizard a disapproving look at its childish actions. Not helping his opinion that Owen was anything other than a kid who wanted to act like a...

“Elaborate.” It came out like a commander issuing an order to a subordinate.