[She nudges him with her shoulder as she starts to lead him further down the street; there are benches interspersed every so often along the sidewalks, usually near lamp posts and decorative plant...things, and maybe they'll stop at one of them if one feels right, or maybe they'll keep going until they find a park, or maybe they'll make a detour and go all the way down to the pier and look at the ocean over the boardwalk's railing.

There's a lot they can do on a day like today, and there's really no pressure to do much of anything — save perhaps eating their crepes quickly enough that the ice cream doesn't melt and spill all over.]

Hey, so...

[Nudge, nudge.]

Maybe one of these days you can give the Eevees some orders. You know, when we take them out. I don't think they listen to me as good as they do to you.

[...what is small talk at least there is no mention of ritual suicide thank god]