I stare down the long hallway. Would I really have to walk this far every time we got up in the morning? Could they really not make another hallway that sort of branches off partway from this one? Well, I guess I could teleport, but still; not a good way to start the day. My complaint are more or less confirmed when an open room sits a whopping twenty doors down from the guild’s main hall. Much more suspiciously, however, it seems to have already been taken by a [b]very grumpy Vanillite[/b].

	“Levita,” I ask accusingly, “were you invoking Finagle’s Law? Because this seems like an awfully Finaglish scenario if you ask me…” I shrug as I let it drop, deciding that there wasn’t really any point in disputing it now that it’s already gone into effect. I look the [b]very grumpy Vanillite[/b] up and down, wondering why a Pokemon that looks like ice cream wouldn’t be more cheerful, or at least more polite and understanding. Of course, no one [i]has[/i] to behave exactly in accordance to how they act, but it’d still be really nice in this case. Either way, respect and kindness are their own rewards.

	“Wait a second,” I ask after a few moments, the [b]very grumpy Vanillite[/b]’s words reminding me of something else. “‘Scram?’ Your name wouldn’t happen to be Oscar, would it…? Also, wouldn’t it technically be the guild’s room? I mean, I guess you got here first, but…” I decide to stick to playing the Giratina’s advocate for now; I’d much rather have a room without a [b]very grumpy Vanillite[/b] if I had any say in the matter, as it would probably be detrimental to my inner glow. It’d be like running into Leon right after he wakes up in the morning; [b]very grumpy[/b] and no fun at all.