[At last, the Murkrow wriggles free of her arms and starts to climb up the girl's sleeve, beak fortunately occupied in pulling herself skyward rather than spewing bad language.]
She's, uh... precocious.
[Looking down at Clara, she winces a little bit. She hadn't missed that cheerful repetition of the 'b' word.]
... Looks like yours is, too. Better be careful.
[She hadn't been aware that non-bird Pokemon could learn to talk, but YOU NEVER KNOW...]
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[At last, the Murkrow wriggles free of her arms and starts to climb up the girl's sleeve, beak fortunately occupied in pulling herself skyward rather than spewing bad language.]
She's, uh... precocious.
[Looking down at Clara, she winces a little bit. She hadn't missed that cheerful repetition of the 'b' word.]
... Looks like yours is, too. Better be careful.
[She hadn't been aware that non-bird Pokemon could learn to talk, but YOU NEVER KNOW...]