"Clearly your attitude really makes you put the 'Mad' in Madison."
"…"
"I thought the music was nice, even if Addison didn't appreciate it..."
"IT'S MADISON! Get it
right!"
She didn't appreciate Sterling making fun of her name and Lisa getting it completely wrong. If they struggled with little things like these, how would they even survive the wilderness? That alone answered Sterling's question of why they were less than she was. But Madison still felt the need to indulge him with an answer. In actions, not words.
She marched right up to Jade and shooed the Inkay away. "You're only going to make her worse with your incessant bobbing!"
Madison opened the gold buckle on her white leather purse and produced a few ginger candies, presenting them to Jade. "Here! Ginger helps with nausea, so eat these. I don't want them anyway! Take slow, deep breaths and focus really hard on a fixed point instead of that annoying Inkay if you want to fight off motion sickness. Pressing down on the middle of your inner forearm for a few minutes eases the feeling too. But if you really need to hurl, I'll just have Gible use Twister on you so you can get it over with and stop complaining."
She turned away from Jade and faced Sterling and Ray, addressing them with mild irritation. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Squirtle, Ray, but you're wrong if you think my Gible is only cute.
I come from a long line of Ace Trainers and
she was bred to perfection. So
Sterling, there's your answer. And I proved it, too. While you were standing around feeling bad for this sick girl,
I actually did something."
That's right. I know what I'm doing, and I belong here. I don't know why I'm stuck on a boat with these clowns. She didn't mean Ray, of course. The girl had run away from the commotion to chat up another boy, anyway.
Maybe Sterling actually had done something because he stopped playing that flute, which was probably making Jade even sicker. Because a few seconds was all it took for Madison to get sick of it. The only sounds she could tolerate right now were the humming of the boat, the lapping of the waves, and the soft cries of Gible beside her.