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It just immediately comes to you: "<span class="mu-g">Then someone really should go check and maybe catch one, right?</span>" Your parents exchange glances: Alarm on Mom's part, <span class="mu-i">Say something</span>, reassurance from the side of Dad, <span class="mu-i">Don't worry</span>: "Right you are!" - "<span class="mu-i">Dwight!</span>" - "Honey, the boy's a trainer now, and it's not like some Aron noone ever actually saw before is going to have had time to evolve in there. Besides, he's not going alone." - "What do you-?" - "<span class="mu-g">Basa-basaur!</span>"
Bulbmin has positioned himself underneath your chair, watchful as ever, trailing the path of your fork with curiosity and - maybe envy? The food <span class="mu-i">is</span> every bit as good as it smells. Dad casts him an appreciative look, then one more Pokeblock, and finally continues: "Our lil' Bulbmin here is going to look after him, and I'd rather these two scout the Mine than... Yuri, was it? If Lairon sparks are a problem, so's a Charmander!" - "<span class="mu-g">And imagine - he's going to be a Venusaur once! I'm sure he'd get along with an Aggron too, and they'd be a team from day one! Well, two!</span>"
Mom finds herself outvoted three to one now, her eyes trailing from your father's mien of confidence toward yours of enthusiasm, and while she still looks less-than-totally convinced, she manages to get over herself with a huff: "Hmph. Alright. I suppose I can't exactly trail behind you out there anyway. Just be careful! Who knows what else you might find down those shafts - or what, or who, might find <span class="mu-i">you</span>! Somehow I feel this Mr Benzhegamov might not look too kindly on intruders, even if he's not using the Mine himself." - "And think, if he does catch an Aron before there's a risk at all..." You'd be a hero.
There is a rumbling from upstairs, drawing your Mom's attention. "I wonder what that was. Here's hoping she just needs to use the ba-" She recalls she is at the table. "Sorry. I will be right back!"
As she leaves the room, you three males continue to eat in quiet. It is Dad who breaks the silence (or what little of it there was with how wolfishly he enjoyed his roast), his voice lowered to a conspiratory whisper: "So tell me: Had any battles yet?"
>Yes (say Sandshrew)
>Yes (say Mordo)
>"Other than Rachel you mean?"
>Other (Write-in)
