"Lit, litwick?"
"Forget it, Litwick," Gabriel sighed, "I made the stupid mistake of admitting that I... I, maybe, like her, just a bit, when she's not being her. And now she hates me."
Gabriel got up, setting the little candle pokemon on the floor. He took a moment to steady himself, straightening his fedora, before getting up, only to see a simipour stood in front of him, holding out a note.
He took the note from the elemental monkey's paw, holding it out. Why it wanted to know the quantity of miltanks on his parents' ranch, he did not know... But still he answered.
"I don't keep tabs on 'em," he answered, "My father keeps them until they're too old to calf, and to produce milk, then he ships them off for slaughter, with the tauros he keeps for breeding."