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It takes a special sort of occurrence to make a Vulpix kid squeal with delight, and even hot chocolate did not elicit such a response these days. He ran and hopped onto Blizz's bed, grinning wide. It did not take him long to find the true treasures of the lot -- those burnt chocolate chip cookies who, while burnt to a crisp around the edges, retained a soft and gooey middle once they were warmed.

"What was in their letter this year?" he asked, then promptly held a cookie above him to puff warm smoke at it.

This was just getting better and better. Tails didn't know Kitsune too well, but if she was eager to see them, he could imagine nothing wrong with it. "Maybe she wants to take me on a tour through some volcanic passages," he said. "I bet she knows some that go down for miles."

It was on such an innocent thought that he savored his first cookie. To most people, the outermost crispness of the cookie might have induced gagging. To Tails, it was an exquisite marriage of sweet and smoky flavors in a potpourri of fossilized chips and gooey insides.

"Blizz, I think right now if you offered me a trip to a volcano or a trip to Hyda, I'd pick the trip to Hyda," Tails explained before prepping Cookie Number Two.

"I wanted to have a buncha stories to tell Tristen," said Tails. There was no thinking involved in the response. "And because I can't let Jude show me up because he goes with the team sometimes too."

Even now, he got this exaggerated, incredulous look whenever he thought about it. "He doesn't even eat any meat. I can't be shown up by a vegetarian."

And even though it had been a year since he last saw Miles, the boy still had a knack for the italic dialect.

Tails nodded, again without reservation, then crossed his legs and leaned forward to think about it. "It started gradually," he said. "Sounds that were spooking me. Really claustrophobic dreams. The look of fear I sometimes see in a Rattata."

He sighed. "If I saw Ein again, I don't know if I could keep myself from killing him." He looked up again to Blizz, and his eyes pleaded for absolution. "Does that make me bad, Blizz?"

"Mm."

This was enough for Tails. He was no worse than Blizz, and no one could accuse Blizz of doing anything but his very best. And maybe of being a wet blanket at a party. Maybe.

"So does that mean if I see someone doing bad things, I'm allowed to kick their butt?"

He couldn't let that tender moment last forever. There were cookies to be had.

Now in the training, after having spent pretty much the entire night in the bath trying to get that smell off, fearless leader was now training with his Spiritomb. He was proud of his Pokemon's performance back in the Under but he still felt like he needed more training, as such they were now practicing Hex. Griswald was shockingly enough practicing it on Sub himself, so that the training may feel the severity of the attack and see where the Pokemon is lacking. As the Spiritomb morphed its body into a twisted eye and stared down at Sub, the trainer's mind was attacked with feelings of fear and dread...however, he didn't scream.

"Geh...not bad, Griswald, but I'm still standing." He said with a smirk, as he shook his head, stood up straight and yawned, signaling that he had broke through the Hex, still hurt, but Sub had a natural chi advantage against Ghost type moves in the first place, plus he has personally trained with each of his Pokemon, not only to strengthen them, but to also strengthen himself, though sometimes it puts him in the med lab.

A groan sounded from the now washed body as it struggled to it's feet. Scorch marks coated his face and a small amount of his hair was singed black but otherwise it appeared he had managed to avoid getting too badly wounded. watching Sub training with his Pokemon, Reno gave another groan in hopes of getting his attention.