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>"Let's swap info. You tell me about that pink fre— Pokémon of yours and I'll let you in on the secret." In reality, you don't know fucking shit about this TM. Hah.
"Jamie is what you can call a 'regional' Tinkatuff. She's got a hammer like the rest of 'em, that's her species' defining trait, but hers was carved from wood rather than forged by hand. The normal Tinktatuffs don't have her long ears either. Um, I've also seen a few photos of the fairies back on earth that come in a nice shade of green, so Sunrose itself might have affected her variant."
You have absolutely no frame of reference to what he's talking about, so you just start spitting the first questions that come to mind. "So yours is the the Sunrose variant?"
"Not quite. No one knows where Jamie's variant comes from. All we know is that they appear near distilleries, vineyards, warehouses for the barrels, anywhere where boozes and spirits are brewed." The trainer scratches his head. "Fresh mochi stores too. As with most Pokémon, I'm sure there's a 'joke' there somewhere..."
"Ah, you want to know where I got Jamie from?" He says suddenly, waving a finger in the air as if trying to recall something.
"N—"
"I picked up Jamie outside White Sands, near a little agave farm owned by a big Mexican family. Uh, Hernandez, yeah. 'Proud purveryors of agave spirits.' Not quite mezcal or tequila, but the taste is something like that, but different."
"Uh huh." Right, tequila, the other Mexican export besides illegal immigrants and cartel gore videos.
"Well, when the agave is ready to be harvested, the workers there, the <span class="mu-i">jimadors</span>, they take a little sharp hoe and they slice off the flowers and the ears—leaves of the plant, chop, chop, chop, then they take the hearts of the agave plant, the <span class="mu-i">piña</span>, and bake them in stone ovens in the ground. After that, they take the cooked pineapples and mash them up with stones."
"That's what Jamie does." A weirdly proud grin splits his face. "Smash, smash, smash."
Jamie the jimador. That sounds incredibly fucking dumb. Then you remember you have Garcian the fucking Gardevoir and let out a sigh.
"So, what's this all got to do with Jamie?"
"Well, the oldheads, the distillery masters, said that Jamie's innate Fairy typing did <span class="mu-i">something</span> to the latest batch. Made it far too strong, Pokémon grade, not fit for human consumption. One of the sons got into an accident while driving in a convoy. Idiot." A shadow seems to fall upon his face. "On the other hand, the young guys were saying that the Rangers were snooping around their property, trying to nail them for a case of 'Pokémon abuse.' The Rangers are always walking in, trying stir up the shit like the foreign spooks they are, and the Pokémon League just, lets them do it. Between you and me, I'd be careful around those fuckers."
"So the farm wanted me to take Jamie off their hands and that was that. Simple."
