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"Wine isn't usually noted for its strength. You usually need something like liquor for that. But I'm in the mood for a surprise."

Well now, that simply wasn't the case. He sighed, wondering why his subconscious was doing this to him. If Jiri were here, he would say something about how the term "pocket monster" referred to how the creatures could shrink down, and was used long before the advent of such devices. But also if...

He was going to ignore the strange name. After all, if there really was some unified word that pokémon called themselves, it would have been blurred out by a Chatot or some such centuries ago. This was something else he was hallucinating. "You know, I've never tried Enigma berry wine..." he...

Manh. He hadn't misheard. "That depends on your taste, your culture, and so on. What do you, personally, consider when thinking of 'the best'?"

"I know," Asaph sighed, "but I might as well see what passes for high end in a place like this." The cold was somewhat pleasant, despite how he shivered from it. "Unless you have any suggestions."

The woman had stopped talking. Perhaps she was distracted by what seemed to be an argument between very powerful creatures, but it seemed to dominate all other events in the bar. Though Asaph didn't interpret it as real anyway. Everyone may as well have faded away. But shouldn't poison or a...

Asaph nodded, ignoring the pointed tone of her words. "I was going to ask the same of you. What sort of place is this?" Though instead of waiting for a direct reply, he gestured with his free hand. "I would think that maybe one of you would have the answers."

Somehow, the ice water was delicious, more than anything Asaph would have expected from something so simple. But perhaps that was a sign there was something catastrophic happening to him. Maybe the mineral flavor was whatever had put him in this state. And yet he knew there was nothing he could...

A gold and red moon. Asaph felt he should have remembered the symbol from somewhere, but he couldn't place it at the moment. The way this was set up like some sort of fantasy story made him suspect he knew who had sent him the pin. It had to be his beloved pupil. That brilliant, playful demeanor...