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"Well, that's just great!" Pansit said with a beaming smile. She continued the interview from there, asking about little things about Saltriv's life or the world the Meganium had come from. And by the time it was over, Pansit had a few pages of notes to translate to an article later. She...

"I see..." Pansit write more notes down. "You really do follow that hope, don't you? I think Pop would be proud." More scribbles, then a nod. "I wonder if your world works with something similar."

Pansit mirrored the solemnness and nodded. "It will be a challenge, but you can handle it," she said. Then, she looked at her notes, flipping through a page, before asking, "Well, here's a question for you... Among the team, it seems that you seem to have some of the greatest fears during...

Pansit nodded. "It sounds as if you have some experience with similar powers that you've dealt with here," she remarked. "Is that true?"

"Oh, I see..." Pansit nodded. "That's true. The rumor is that several of Team Spectrum are actually heroes of their own world, in some small way or large way... Looks like what happened here was great training, though! In fact, if there was one thing you could tell yourself back home, what would...

"Oh, so this must not be too different in essence, now is it!" Pansit laughed, nodding. "Rescuing people is probably different from rescuing a whole world, but, really, there was probably some search and rescue here too."

"Great!" Pansit stepped toward Saltriv and found a good place to sit in their home. "Well, if that's the case, why don't we start with some of the basics so the world can know you a little more? Tell us a little about yourself! What do you do back home?"

Pansit let herself in, smiling. "So good to see you," she said. "I trust you're ready for that interview? I've been getting a lot of you lately!"

Someone knocked on the door; waiting on the other side was Pansit, arriving just in time for a scheduled interview. She had a notebook in one hand and a pencil in another, wearing a bright smile while her tail fanned behind her.

Owen nodded, folding his wings back. "That's a good way to look at it," he said, inspecting the plants one last time. Satisfied, Owen slowly got to his feet. "Seems like you know what you want to do. I hope you can help people back home the same way you grew here, Saltriv."

Owen sighed, nodding. "I guess that's why I can take it so well. You get used to it, er... retroactively." Owen hadn't summoned Wishkeeper in a while. As time passed, they became more and more alike, blended, faded into one another. "But, that's why I treasure how things are now, y'know? Even if...

Most, Owen repeated mentally, hiding a chuckle. "I don't think I will," he admitted. "I'm forgetting this. One day, I'll remember... but I think it'll be so distant that it won't have much of an impact. That's... too bad. But I'll treasure it when I can, like now."

"Maybe!" Owen said. "Though, I don't know if he'd want to get involved in something like this to begin with... He's not a fighter. He's technically just a civilian..." He sighed, looking skyward. "Still, crazy to think that it's almost over... that it already is for Cibus..."

"An author," Owen repeated, grinning. "Well, that would be something. I know about someone back home who's kind of the same way. Smeargle, actually. He's apparently a talented fighter, but his true passion is in storytelling. Illustrations. I'm a pretty big fan." He chuckled, sighing. "...Yeah...

"I've been doing fine," Owen replied, inspecting nearby plants before looking back at Saltriv. "Chronicling everything that happened? Never really thought about that; figured the news like with Puff and the others would've done that for us..." Then again, primary sources like journals could be...

Owen was on one of his morning strolls, wings flared to enjoy the rising sun. So early in the morning, he could afford to take up that kind of space while walking down the wide roads. Spotting Saltriv doing some writing in the garden, Owen decided to take a small detour. "Saltriv," Owen...

On the far end of the street meant for Team Spectrum was a modestly sized home suited for medium-sized Pokemon, mostly for those that were more akin to five feet or so in height. Like all of the other homes, it had three basic rooms, being the foyer and living room equipped with a kitchen and...