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Soul smiled. "Oh, so it's a minimalist philosophy? That's cool! I know more than I did before now, so I think I'm ready to try to be better than I was before, too."

Soul's eyes lit up with curiosity. "What's a hobo?" Even Celeste didn't know that word. "Is it about being humble or something?"

"Well, that's too bad. They should appreciate it more..." "I guess that's what I need to do. I can do things that aren't attacking in order to help Celeste. Even if nobody notices. Thank you! You seem very nice. You help people without expecting anything in return."

"He's really hard to hit, so he lets people miss him, then he follows up with hit own attacks. He also heals people, but it's slower than other people's healing so he doesn't do it a lot. And I..." Soul stared at the floor. "I don't know if it really helps very much, but I can do a little...

"Celeste? He's my dad. He takes care of me, but I want to be able to help him, too. I want him to be proud of me! And he is, sometimes... but he also worries about me. I'm not really as tough as most of the other familiars." Soul puffed up their chest. "That's why I need to learn! I need to get...

"I guess that's why people write stories about them..." Soul sighed. More specific? What did they really want... "I don't really know. There's just so many things happening, and I can't do anything to change any of it. I want to be able to help. I want to be useful. You're good at that, right...

"I..." Soul furrowed their brow. "I want to learn how to be smart and good at things. I don't need to know how to be a familiar, because I already am one and I don't think I could stop being one if I tried. I need someone wise to be something like a mentor or a master. Like, I've read books, and...

Soul stopped to think for a moment. "Oh. I guess you don't... My name is Soul! I'm a familiar, but I'm not very good at it. That's why I need a wise old person like you to teach me!"

Soul slunk into the lounge and saw Bahamut was there. He was the really old guy who said a lot of things that sounded wise. They needed a wise old sage to teach them if they wanted to become a hero... or maybe just helpful. Being helpful would be enough for them. "Hello mister Bahamut. Can you...

"I don't think so." Soul took on a crestfallen expression. "Maybe I would've been able to if I was a real vulpix. Still, we have to be able to find a fridge somewhere? There should be one in the cafeteria, we just need to get in so that we can use it!"

"I'm not a fridge!" Soul declared. "I don't have any moomoo in me!" They stopped to sniff themself. "At least, I don't think I do. I imagine that's the kind of thing I'd noticed!"

The cocoa powder melted into Soul's shadowy form. It felt sweet and rich. "Ooh, I like this!" Soul lapped the offered cocoa off Ivy's extended flower. "Thank you."

Soul's tails wagged. "We can't drink powder, but if we can't find this 'moomoo' stuff we could lick it!"

Soul let out a sound roughly equivalent to that of a real vulpix having the breath pulled from their lungs in surprise. They lept at the drawer that had attacked Ivy and batted it away. "Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

"I don't know what moomoo, moomoo or moomoo are, though! I don't know if we can find it." Soul looked distraught. They really had gotten their hopes up for cocoa. "I don't think we're going to be able to find it! What if we can't have cocoa, and we can:t even have coffee either?"

Soul didn't know anything about brown powder or "moomoo." If neither of the others knew how to get it either, the endeavour may not work out. "How do we find them? What will we do if we can't?"

"Cocoa?" Soul was unfamiliar with the concept, but it had sugar and sugar was a good things. "I would be interested in trying some." Soul was quite happy having friends around. Everything happening was frightenin, but Ivy and Petram were both brave, and that bravery was contagious. It made them...

Soul poked their head into the room. "Petram? Can I come in? I wanted someone to talk to."

Celeste sighed. Being at the bottom of a bag for a month, with the one you’re connected to trying to ignore your mental link indeed did not seem very informative. Still, even if it was his fault, the “yet” made it sound like it wasn’t too late. “Can you hear me?” It wiggled in response, but...

Celeste tried to flag down Chip’s attention. “Do you know what happened to mine?” Please, don’t say it’s my fault...