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Lauchs snorted indignantly. "I'll have you know that the scent of onion is the scent of the earth, and that's something sacred, you mangy pup. At least I don't have to lick myself clean." He tapped his beak thoughtfully as the other bird spoke. "Training and preparing, eh..." He couldn't...

"I know I don't look it in this body, but I'm quite an old bird these days," Lauchs replied. "I've lived in the world for years and years, and none of these tragedies you speak of have ever befallen to me. Someday, you just learn to stop fearing them. Better to focus your worries on the...

Lauchs quacked with surprise as his blow landed. Whatever jubilation he might have received from the healthy smacking was shattered to pieces when he saw the crestfallen look on the absol's face. Were he in his ordinary, fully-grown body, he might have deigned to give the poor fellow a...

"Why, I'm quite sure violence is unnecessary. Surely there's another cure to be found for your malady here, no? For instance..." Lauchs suddenly lashed out with his leek, though he was careful to strike lightly enough that it wouldn't hurt more than a half-hearted punch. "Oho! Surprise...

"No such thing as a non-hostile foe, I'm afraid," Lauchs declared, smiling grimly. "There are only foes that thrust their swords at your chest, and foes that plunge their swords into your back... And I rather prefer the first kind, myself. Much easier to defend yourself that way!"

"Hoho!" cried one Farfetch'd Lauchzelot. "Nothing like a healthy bit of memory loss to put a few feathers on your chest, eh?"