Max had been going at this for some time now. And he'd yet to snap. He thought that maybe (just maybe) it might be a good time to reach out to Char, just a little bit.

So, Max wrote him up a letter and left it taped to his door. It read as follows:

I thought that you might want to make something for Green to, uh, commemorate this week. It's sort of a special deal thing for you. So, if you want to help make him something worthy of a charizard, I'll forge it if you want to provide the fire. I'm at my forge every morning from dawn to noon. Come find me if you want to talk about it.