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"Ha, I like this one already," Puddle laughed. "Weren't you against drinking last time I tried it?" Vix groaned, then shook her head and looked at Kate again. "I don't think anyone would mind showing you the ropes, sober or not."

Vix nodded. "Yeah, you're pretty much free to do anything until another big fight comes along. It's pretty fun, honestly!" "Sure is, when you're actually hanging out with people," Puddle cleared its non-existent throat. Vix slapped the side of her bag and huffed.

"I dunno, I only came here because you fell from the sky. I don't think any world-saving crisis is happening yet, but like... give it a week or two." "Or four," Puddle chortled.

"I believe they're... uh..." Vix hummed, furrowing a brow she didn't have. "I can't remember. Something about our shade, I think." She held out her bag, opening it to show a puddle of shade-colored goop. "Mine hasn't fully formed, for some reason. I named him Puddle." "Yo," Puddle popped.

"Oh... huh," Vix hummed, floating down towards the Sneasel. "Are you alright?" "Does she look alright?" Puddle asked from within Vix's bag. It was mostly ignored.

Vix floated beside Balm, waving a hello. "Did we miss anything? Other than this thing hitting the ground?" she asked.