>>5837265He got some kind of snack for Pokemon. Four kinds of them, in fact. The first bar isn't quite to Bulbmin's liking, causing your green pal to screw his face up and retreat. The second one works vastly better, getting unwrapped, carefully examined and eventually swallowed whole.
While the young Bulbasaur luxuriates in what your Dad describes as "Sweetly-flavored supplemental feed for Pokemon in growth", your mother sullenly speeds past you.
"Right, that's three of you. Where is my Rachel?" asks Dad, and "Grounded, Dwight." replies your mother. "Grounded? Are you sure? This is such a big day for Max; she really should-" - "She <span class="mu-i">should</span>. But she has actually overdone it now. I caught her with that phone I confiscated!" - "No!" - "YES! But we don't need a scene tonight. Our Max is taking off on his great journey and I don't suppose this roast could stew for any longer."
Farfetch'd. It's definitely Farfetch'd. You can see the leek in there. While Bulbmin noisily chews his first meal of your whole career, your Dad appears apologetic: "I'd have gotten kibble for him to, but there was a man at the pub who was distributing free Pokeblocks; said it was the day for junior trainers' journeys, and with all the lads crowding me I could not really turn him down..."
Your Pokemon, for one, seems disinclined to begrudge him this decision.
"So... how was your day, m'boy?" He keeps the part about the break-in rum, perhaps sensing your mother's agitation. "Just what did you get up to?"
>Tell them some anecdote from your day (choose any scene you feel worth noting)>Ask Dad about your sister>Inquire about them Arons in the mine>Mention you may be subject to police investigation after all>Pretend you wooed Shelly Weedler>Detail the Mordo fight>Other (Write-in) 