[color=orange]"Yep! She had her own TV show and everything, the works!"[/color] April explained pridefully. She wasn't really one for crying and so she had no problems speaking about her mother. Besides, her mother would never forgive her if she couldn't at least do that much.

[b]"You're really close to these Pokemon, aren't you?"[/b]

[color=orange]"W-Well, yeah... For some reason, I really... love it here. And the pokemon always seem to know who I am, even if I haven't ever seen them before. It's strange."[/color] She explained as she pulled out a big pot and set it out. 

She still had a pretty clear view of the living room from the kitchen and when she turned back around from getting some broth, she noticed Desmond with a notepad, writing something down. Placing the box on the counter, she walked over to him, curiosity winning her over. 

[color=orange]"What are you writing?"[/color] She asked. Some of the pokemon followed her and mimicked her movements, staring at Desmond and then at his pad, pretending to read it, others stayed in the kitchen, watching April with wide eyes, wanting desperately for food.