"White flute... huh..."
"I DON'T WANT TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO, BUT IT'S OH SO SATISFYING." The officer peers over his shoulder from the recesses of his consciousness.
"That's a new one on me." He shrugs, slightly less confused, but still dubious about the whole situation. "Creshire born and bred, Nathan. Never seen one in my life."
"About those flowers. I did send the Prof a photo with a request for information. If your Ralts think's they're important, it probably wouldn't hurt to snag a sample or two. Like your metal bits, we can probably have them looked over in the next town." He fishes a pair of ziplock bagss out of his backpack and noting the one Nathan's Ralts was fascinated by, gently sets about digging up the plant by the roots.
"I DON'T WANT TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO, BUT IT'S OH SO SATISFYING." The officer peers over his shoulder from the recesses of his consciousness.
"That's a new one on me." He shrugs, slightly less confused, but still dubious about the whole situation. "Creshire born and bred, Nathan. Never seen one in my life."
"About those flowers. I did send the Prof a photo with a request for information. If your Ralts think's they're important, it probably wouldn't hurt to snag a sample or two. Like your metal bits, we can probably have them looked over in the next town." He fishes a pair of ziplock bagss out of his backpack and noting the one Nathan's Ralts was fascinated by, gently sets about digging up the plant by the roots.
