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[Has Silver been able to find his Pokédex in the item shop yet? No. What he has found, however, is definitely a nice consolation prize. He definitely didn't forget about the book Green let him borrow. How could he? Green wanted him to decipher something from his father's book about a trade evolution. His senior, his father, trade evolutions. It's pretty hard to catch his interest better than that.

So Silver settled down just outside of House 15, perfectly content to read and reread his father's book ("Secret Earth Arts"? Sure, it gets the point across, but that's a pretty boring title...,) share cherry tomatoes with his Pokémon, and continue to hold his middle finger up to socializing. Until something hits him, anyway. It was a simple thought, really. The concept of Pokémon trading was pretty obsolete without Pokémon to trade, even if it's something so vital and important to him. ...But "trading" as a whole wasn't. Exchanging currency, goods, information, services... What kind of things did people consider of enough value to be worth trading to someone, anyway?

It's a good question, it's something Silver wants to know, and at the end of the day, his curiosity wins out over loathing the idea of having to ask a bunch of strangers a broad question and hoping for interesting answers. Even if he isn't big on people, he's definitely big on information, especially on such a giant Oh well, at least he only has to write.]

So what things do you consider valuable, and what kind of things are generally considered valuable back in your worlds?

[He'll leave his journal open on his lap and start reading through his book again, occasionally looking down at the journal. Sneasel decides to watch all of this from over Silver's shoulder.

Later on in the day, Silver and Sneasel venture out into the forest in search of... well, exactly what they're looking for might be a little unclear. What is clear is that they're climbing up plenty of trees and looking for something. ...And that they're experienced in swiftly climbing up trees.]

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Some of them are. Others...[Giant man-eating snakes in some parts of the world, man. She'll just shake her head.] It depends on where you're looking.

I'll believe that they're threatening when I see them.

That might not be safe...

Ah-- were there eggs with the owl?

Its nest isn't big enough to have anything in it worth looking at. I might as well just let it sleep.

[...] Why are you humoring me, anwyay?

[She could lie. But what use would that be?]

...you helped me the other day.

...So you felt like you owed me something? [What subtlety, what tact]

...yes.

[There isn't any hesitation in this, just a plain flat-out fact.]

I didn't help out to get something in return, but at the same time, if I was in your place, I'd be insisting to make up for it.

[...] I was bored. You gave me something to do. That's a fair enough balance for me.

Does it...bother you that I'm doing this then?

Does it bother me that you're using up your time humoring me out of some sense of obligation? Yeah, a little. I'm probably boring the crap out of you.

[Blink. Blink.]

No...not really I don't mind listening since it's interesting.

[Yeah well-

...Wait, what?]

[IS THIS A PROBLEM, SILVER.]

...Huh? [Well no, but- really? But he's just- huh?]

[And she'll nod. Slowly. Are you regaining your speech abilities any time soon?]

[...Maybe. For now he'll just look away and put a hand behind his head because that was a little stupid of him wasn't it]

[No? Yes? Maybe?

Ah well.

And so, she goes back to looking for eggs. He doesn't seem to be disagreeing with that, at least.]

[...Oh. Right. Resuming searching!]

[She's okay with silence. Except that she's the first to break it as well because she's just found-- a nest. A cuckoo's nest, to be specific, but do you really expect a high school girl to be an expert in ornithology?]

Ah...