[She's got a plastic bag in one gloved hand by the time he arrives; upon reaching the bottom of the tree, she'd retrieved the parcel from where she'd stashed it in the bushes prior to climbing up the tree to his window. For the observant, like Coop, there's a glimpse of a colorful logo printed on the side of the wrinkling plastic — the brand of a local hole-in-the-wall restaurant she'd discovered on one of her many adventures in scouring the town.

(Naturally, the residents of Johto have never heard of Peking duck, but it turns out the local cuisine has come up with a pretty fair approximation.)

But thoughts of food go right out the window when he makes himself known, and more importantly when he extends the greeting he does. It's been a long time since he's called her "detective" — not since the night in Olivine when he'd asked her if it was something she wanted him to continue.

She'd left the choice up to him that night. It's nice to see he's decided to continue it, after all.]

I was thinking of heading east. The Clefairy certainly are.

[He's looking much better, she muses, now that he's close enough for her to see the fading changes up close and personally. He's going to be fine.]

I don't mind the lights of the town, but I think there'll be a clearer view of the moon from Route 44.