Ren has been hanging out with you for way too long, clearly. But he can’t not get caught up in her pace, so he moves forthwith, casting a hasty glance at the uncharted woods clustering near the Dewford settlement, and he has to wonder.

“We’re going to need some supplies,” he says finally, thinking to that camp stove Mr. Stone had generously provided them—to say nothing of his…spatula. Does it still…count…if he uses it? Will their food get whisked away to another dimension if he tries frying something up with it?

He hopes the PokéMart has another spatula in stock. Stop it with the sane ideas Nora he’s starting to get the crazy ones