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Once upon a time I was falling in love...

Who: Sonny, Voile
When: May 18 - Early Afternoon
What: She's showing him the contest hall. And treating him to lunch.
Where: FDC
Warnings: Hardly.

"When was the last time we spent a day together like this?"

She'd asked it to herself as her slow steps took her to Sonny's new room. It was a shame that he wouldn't be rooming with Vinnie any longer, but she had a feeling the Venusaur would be quite pleased to have such a delightful welcoming. Nothing like coming home to family, after all. And not too long ago, she wouldn't have known too much about what that was like.

She had an idea of it in the present, however, and the mere thought made her smile.

Voile stopped outside of his door, looking ready for the summer. After a few cycles of lacing her hands together and unlacing them, she finally sucked up all of her courage and knocked.

And hopefully he hadn't forgotten.

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"You never know," she commented with a bit of an idle shrug. "Better safe than sorry, right? After all, if something happened to you, it'd be my responsibility. So I'd rather not let something happen to you if I can help it."

"...Oh. Well. Sure?"

He didn't sound entirely convinced, but he'd take her word for it. He certainly didn't want to get in any kind of fight over something like this. No matter who it was.

"So how's your food?" he asked, taking in a few large forkfuls of his own. Maybe better to just change the subject.

She was quite happy to stuff her tiny, tiny mouth in order to stall for some time. Not that it was awkward, but she couldn't say she'd be too thrilled for Sonny to get in some kind of trouble. Especially over her. Lots of stories had men who started wars for the sake of girls, which she failed to see the logic in.

Unless it was for political strategy. That made sense, but it seemed rather unfair to the woman in question. History was full of things like that, unfortunately.

"It's good," she finally said after finishing her mouthful. "You liking yours so far? Come to think of it, have you ever met food you didn't like?"

Sonny wasn't the kind of guy to start a war, period. The closest thing he'd ever done was helping Red shut down Team Rocket and that was less of a war and more of a collection of actions for the greater good. Not that he would have explained it that way, as modest as he was.

"I like mine, sure!" he replied with a nod. "I don't think I have ever really come across a food I didn't like. I guess I like some foods more than others, but I'll eat almost anything."

He was happy they had managed to change the topic. Maybe she didn't feel awkward, but he certainly did. Still, talking about food was a great way to grab and hold his attention.

If he wanted to discuss food, they could discuss food. She was just fine with that, admittedly. And she knew well enough he preferred it. She couldn't bring herself to not be a little more in tune with his emotions. That came with the territory that was Voile, after all. But she imagined he knew that.

"So what kind of food would you say you don't really like?" Because while she wasn't much on the cooking front, she had to admit she was really quite curious over her diet. She was far more finicky than he was, after all, so hearing that he had any preferences period was a bit of a surprise.

"Tuna casserole." he replied quietly. "I don't know why. I like tuna. And I love pasta. And I like all the things that go into a tuna casserole? But when you put them all together? It just tastes sort of funny. I mean, I'll eat it. But I like to just eat the cheese and bread crumbs off top of it? Which always annoys people because I guess that's their favorite part too."

A few more mouthfuls of food and a sip of his drink to wash them down. Mmmm.

"I don't know why there isn't a cheese and breadcrumb casserole. You could layer it like a lasagna. Use different kinds of cheese and maybe different flavored breadcrumbs. It would be good."

"That might sound good and I don't deny that even I would try it, but it also sounds really, really unhealthy. Not that I know if human food affects us the way that it affects humans, but too much cheese is supposedly not good for their diet. Considering we're used to berries, blocks, and poffins, I have a hard time believing that eating an excess of cheese would work out well for either of us."

Her head tipped with some consideration, "But maybe if I can find a recipe for it I can try it out. If we split it, maybe it won't be so unhealthy."

"I know Cheese isn't really that good for you." Sonny admitted. "But most things that taste really great aren't. You can't avoid everything good for ever just for your health. I think if you only ate it every so often it would be OK. Like maybe only twice a week. And maybe only one portion per meal. You know. Because of moderation."

"Wait, wait," Voile began. Lifting her right hand, she wiggled her forefinger back and forth. "Did you just imply that the only good kind of food is the kind that tastes bad?"

She shook her head, "What a silly thing to think. But you have a good point. Maybe it's only bad if you're eating it frequently. I think for special occasions it should be fine. So for our next special occasion, Sonny, I'll see what I can do to make it."

"Hehe! I didn't mean it like that! I know lots of foods that are good for you taste pretty OK! But have you ever noticed that the stuff that tastes really, really great is always the stuff that's bad for you? Like... some days I want to eat a lot of carrots. So I do, and it's pretty good and I enjoy it. But I never wake up at three in the morning craving carrots. I HAVE woken up at three in the morning because I just really, really wanted some fried chicken."

He wasn't even kidding.

"It's hard to get at three in the morning, by the way. And I'd really love it if you tried to make up a recipe for that! I'm looking forward to meeting with you again anyway, but, that would make it even better!"

He just kept going on and on and on... It reminded her a lot of older days, where she was perfectly content to listen to him talk and she'd simply listen. She didn't mind that in the least. He always had more interesting things to talk about than she did, after all. She really preferred him talking anyway, and he always seemed happy to speak up.

Even about nothing or rambling nonsense.

"You're very easy to please," Voile observed with a softer smile. "Promises of food and time with me and you seem perfectly content with most things in the world."

To be entirely frank, this to him was an enthralling conversation. He was just passionate about eating. He could list differences between carrots and fried chicken all day. And all the different kinds of shrimp he liked to eat too, probably.

"What else in the world would I need to be happy, anyway?" he replied with a little laugh. "Well. Maybe a nap every so often. But if you don't count those, the other two things are just great."

"Oh, that's right."

How could she forget?

"Lots of sleep, lots of food, and some time with me. Sonny's life was henceforth a heavenly one. He lived his fill and when he passed on, no other man could claim to be as prosperous," she dramatically narrated, as if Sonny had become the famous protagonist out of a story.

And she supposed to some degree that he was.

"In fairy tales? You know when they end 'And they lived happily ever after'? That would pretty much be it exactly." Sonny agreed enthusiastically. And he did mean it, too.

"Happily ever after, huh..."

Voile couldn't resist smiling over the idea of that either. Yes. That sounded rather lovely. It would have been nice to have that kind of ending, yet she questioned if she believed in its possibility beyond spines and pages.

"Sounds like one to me, too. If I ever write a book - not that I will - but if I did, I'll make sure it has a happy ending. Just like that."

"I like happy endings." Sonny replied, surprising absolutely no-one. "Though, I think probably? You could write a book. Because you read a lot of books so, most likely, you know a lot about what makes a good book, I think."

It made sense - If writing was the action then reading was something like practice, right?

"I'd read it. And buy some copies to donate to the Library so everyone else could read it too."

"Just because I read a lot doesn't mean I have an inch of writing ability in these faux hands of mine," Voile replied with a kinder nature about herself. "Not to say it'd be like that for everyone, but none of my creative writing for classes has ever been very spectacular."

Then she offered a bit of a light shrug, "Besides, to be fair? I'd rather dance. Dancing is where I belong, after all. However, if you ever write a book - which I imagine would be about food - then do let me know. I'll be sure to give it a read and the attention it deserves."

Sonny pondered this while eating some of his food.

"...I think, if I ever did write a book? I'd like to write about something else more than food. Food would be good, like maybe a recipe book or something? Buuuuut, that would mostly just be talking about other people's recipes. I haven't made up any of my own, even though sometimes I change the recipe a little bit to suit my tastes."

He shook his head. "I'd like to write a kids book. Like a story."

"A kids book."

That was cute. And everything in her face agreed with that thought. The way she smiled and found in his reply some form of amusement. "That sounds just like you. I bet you'd be really great with kids, Sonny. You've got that caring father persona about you."

"Kids seem to like me. Especially when I'm a Pokémon. It's funny, in Goldenrod? I would stay with the daycare couple some times and their grandkids would come over. They were happy to see me when I was there. They'd run around and around me and climb on my tummy and jump all over it. It was so funny to watch them. So much energy." he recalled with a smirk. "Sometimes I'd pretend to chase them around a little bit too. Just kind of wander around after them on all fours. They would laugh and try to get away, and I would always let them. I like the Day care couple. They're nice."

They always fed him well and let him watch TV through the window.

"Well, you are a Snorlax. I could see little kids liking that, too. Lots to cuddle up with. Kids often need that. It's very secure."

She tapped the tip of her nose with some consideration. "A few years ago, I left this academy - it was before you and I ever met - and I went to Lilycove to visit my former trainer. And this boy was separated from his parents, so I walked around with him until we found them. I'm not very cuddly at all, but he seemed perfectly content having my company."

Then she shrugged. "Kids just want someone there for them."

"Oh! That's so nice!" Sonny replied. "I'm glad you guys found the little boy's family. I think probably they were really happy."

Understatement of the year.

"The kids I used to spend time with always knew where their Grandparents were so that was good. They would share candy and bits of bread and stuff with me too. They were good kids."

"I think kids are... inherently good."

She thought she could get away with saying that. She'd never met a not good kid. She was pretty sure she didn't want to. She didn't even want to think it was a possibility.

"At least, I'd like to. But that's optimism."

"I don't know. Probably you're right - I haven't ever met a bad kid. Sometimes they do bad things? But usually they don't mean anything by it or just don't know."

He'd seen some kids fighting amongst themselves before, or throwing tantrums in the grocery store when they weren't allowed to grab all the candy. But he didn't see that as bad, just unruly.

"Exactly," she agreed with a small smile. "Not to say that it's acceptable for a child to misbehave, but a child's habits can be changed far easier than an adult's. When we have something ingrained in us over an extended period of time, it's harder for us to change who we are or things we believe in. Children, on the other hand, are impressionable."

She pointed to herself, "But I was a child not too long ago and I guess to a point I'm impressionable. And I think you're still very impressionable, too. You're like an overgrown child."

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