“Well, you don’t really need to apologize or anything, but…” I start to say, before I’m interrupted again. It’s just a little bit annoying that this has happened twice in a row, now, but this time it’s a much more pleasant interruption, considering that this time we’ve found someone who actually has a place for us stay! I greet the young Scraggy with a smile and a wave.

	[i]Perfect to the last beat…[/i] I think to myself. [i]Why didn’t I think of that one?[/i] I softly shrug, deciding that it’s better than having to repeat my speech every time we need an introduction. ‘Perfect to the last beat’ would go great on a business card, actually, if those were actually used anymore. I guess they were just kind of a weird novelty even back then, but hey, it sounds kind of cool to be that one person who presents a business card and be all “I do hope you’ll keep us in min”-

	“Oh! Yeah,” I say, Scraps’ compliment tearing me away from my daydreaming, “I guess we kind of exude that aura. Letting us stay at your place for a bit is pretty cool of you, too.” I’m already thinking about how we could personalize the place, or our own, if we ever get one. We could have a huge banner above the entrance, and it would say “Team Crescendo”, but it would be in front of a staff, and all the individual letters would be placed like musical notes. I flip my sketchbook to my notes page and write that idea down, too, so I don’t have to go to the treble of remembering the idea later.

	“Gah!” I shout when the sudden attack calls begin to sound throughout the room. “Do-do Pokemon actually do that? Or maybe it’s some sort of rehearsal? For a play or something?” You'd never get to the top by making yourself so obvious, unless it's your ultimate attack, but even then, the only thing you need to do is resist the urge to say "no one could survive that!" and shut up anyone who dares to think of doing the same. The rumbling of my stomach is enough to bring me back to more important matters; food!

	“That sounds like a pretty good plan, actually.” I answer, putting my sketchbook and the satchels on an empty bed. After some deliberation, I decide to take my scarf off as well, not wanting to get any food on it. The food probably isn’t going to be as good as anything back home, but I didn’t really walk nearly as much back home, either, so I can probably make do.