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The legs of Prim's chair creak as she leans back, her legs crossed. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger as Steven tells his story. "Hmm," she says when he finishes, frowning. "So you met him when he was young. Makes sense. Still, he's better-behaved then some adult humans I know...

Prim shoves open the front door of the grand hall, her eyes widening in shock as she's immediately accosted by powerful scents of masterfully prepared food. The room is a lot to take in at once. All varieties of humans and their pokémon, including many that boggled Prim's imagination, are...