Dave blinked. Mia narrowed her eyes. "That is weird. I shouldn't be able to talk."
"You're in magic talking Pokémon land, Mia, just go with it. I mean, I'm a fucking Poochyena, since when do they have human vocal cords?"
She frowned, dissatisfied. She started to make weird noises, testing her range. On the one hand Dave was tickled by her scientific spirit, but on the other hand it was really fucking annoying. He ignored it anyway.
"Okay, so, you're just pretending you're an inert blob, so that you won't make him feel bad because that'll make you feel bad?" He sighed. He'd come here hoping for an interesting scientific problem, not a blob with emotional hangups. "No offense, but that doesn't sound very sustainable. What, are you just going to play dead for the rest of your life? He's going to have to find out eventually. Sure you don't want to just rip off the bandage and get it over with? Maybe he'll, you know, get over himself."
Mia was still making bizarre throat noises. Why.