Enter the Girl Wonder(?)!

[newbarkflirt]

[Walking around Levanta Town, you might catch a whiff of an entrancing smell- something like flowers, honey, and all good things in the world. Following the smell will lead you out into the fields, to the crest of a pleasant little hill. There, you come upon a picnic.]

[A trainer sits in the middle of the blanket, surrounded by sweet treats. Cookies, tiny cakes, fruit tarts, anything you can imagine! A Meganium rests at the edge of the blanket- the source of the alluring Sweet Scent. The trainer adjusts her trademark black-and-gold hat with a smile.]

You're doing great, Rita! We're bound to meet some beautiful flowers this way!

[It seems like a girls' paradise... dare a boy intrude upon it?]

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[broldenrod]

[Sugar, spice, and everything nice-- that smells like cute girls! Of COURSE Wheaton is gonna intrude! (He prefers the term "join in.")

He'll mosey his way up there, a big grin plastered on his face. LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLADIE--]

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[broldenrod]

--Ack! It's you!

[NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT GOLDIE]

[newbarkflirt]

You! H-How dare you follow me to my personal paradise!

[broldenrod]

Follow you? [AS IF] If I knew it was you spewin' that aroma I wouldn't'a touched it with a forty-foot pole! What are you even doing?

[newbarkflirt]

I'm hosting a picnic, obviously! For girls, not gross boys like you.

[broldenrod]

How many times do I have to tell you?! We're not gross!

[newbarkflirt]

You can say it a million times! It won't change the fact you're a gross boy!

[broldenrod]

Argh... Whatever. I ain't here to argue with a brick wall. [Insufferable! She's insufferable!!] Anyway, you're not having any luck save for a gross boy, huh? Guess those girls knew better!

[newbarkflirt]

[H-How dare you accuse her plan of failing!] You scared them all off. Despicable!

[broldenrod]

[Wh--] I ain't been here five minutes! An' how long've you been here, huh? No way, it's all you, Goldie!

[newbarkflirt]

No! No, no, no! Stupid crybaby gross boy!

[broldenrod]

[THAT IS TOO FAR] Not! I a not a crybaby! --Stop changing the subject!

[newbarkflirt]

Crybaby boys get super snotty and gross when they cry!

[passerbygirl]

[Something smells...really nice....

Goldie must be on the prowl.

Yes, as expected, she can see Goldie in the midst of some ridculous plot to do...something. It didn't concern her, other than as an indicator that Goldie was in...the same mood she always seemed to be in, but worse.

She'll just leave before Goldie notices her. It's not like Goldie has some kind of sixth sense for maidens or anything. Maybe if she's quiet enough....

She turns to go.]

[newbarkflirt]

Silver! [Did someone say sixth sense?]

Silver, you came! Please, come, sit down! Have snacks with me!

/goes BEYOND THE IMPOSSIBLE or rather beyond the bedtime

[passerbygirl]

[...Curses. One day she is really going to need to figure out how she manages that.]

Why should I?

[But she does stop when Goldie addresses her and she does look over at her to ask it, so flounce escape attempt one has been diverted.]

I really should not post this comment for a few days. Make you beg for it.

[newbarkflirt]

Because I want to know which kind is your favorite! It has to be one of these, right?

nooooo I'd cry

[passerbygirl]

I don't like any of them.

[Silver, you aren't even looking at the food.]

[newbarkflirt]

No way! There has to be at least one you like!

[passerbygirl]

I don't eat snacks.

[Which is to say she probably hasn't tried most of them.]

[newbarkflirt]

Not even one?

[passerbygirl]

I don't see the point. Three meals should be enough for anyone.

[newbarkflirt]

But some people want more! And that's fine! C'mon, Silver, they're all really good!

[passerbygirl]

When you're the one saying it, I feel like anything you think is good can't be good for me.

[newbarkflirt]

Wha- Then... then, a second opinion! Rita! Rita, should Silver try some? [Meganium is fast asleep!] Ah... Rita...

[passerbygirl]

[A fleeting smirk crosses her face at that. But then it is gone.]

...Knowing you, you wouldn't leave me alone until I tried it.

[Which is to say that she will move in to settle on the farthest possible corner of the blanket from Goldie. I will just put it as "settle" because I can't find a way to picture it as anything other than kneeling like a refined ojousama.]

[newbarkflirt]

[... pleased!] That's right! And, hey, maybe you'll find something you looooooooove.

[passerbygirl]

I won't. [Though she is secretly curious enough to actually give in to the suggestion and risk setting a precedent.] There's no danger of finding anything I love here.

[newbarkflirt]

[Your words are like a knife, Silver!]

Hey, Silver, try this eclair! It's good, it's good!

[passerbygirl]

[Good, they're supposed to be.

She gives the offered eclair a skeptical look.] ...It looks like a mutated cake.

[newbarkflirt]

Eh? Mutated? It would be nicer to say "evolved"!

[passerbygirl]

If it was evolved, it would be bigger. If anything, it looks like a less useful form.

[But she will take the eclair AND EAT IT and take a bite, anyway.

...Is she supposed to say anything about it?]

[newbarkflirt]

Bellossom gets smaller when it evolves. And cuter.

[passerbygirl]

..................

[Point. Excluding the pointless addendum.]

Humph. It still looks less filling.

[newbarkflirt]

Maybe it sacrificed HP for Delicious Attack! [THIS IS A STUPID, CONVOLUTED EVOLUTION METAPHOR.]

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[passerbygirl]

It wasn't --

[passerbygirl]

[...Did she really just nearly say it wasn't very effective without thinking? Did she nearly accidentally extend this stupid metaphor? Did she nearly accidentally make a joke? The horror.]

...It's not a Pokémon.

[newbarkflirt]

[Hee!]

Well, try it. Is it good?

[passerbygirl]

[The moment of truth!]

..................

...It's okay.

[scattercrumbs]

[What a beautiful set! He hopes it tastes as good as it looks. The Golett who accompanies him stays behind him as he approaches the edge of the blanket.]

How pretty! Did you make these yourself?

[newbarkflirt]

[!!! BOY IN THE FLOWER GARDEN! Goldie's entire atmosphere changes.]

I found them. Girls only. [She puffs her cheeks defensively! ... Meganium doesn't mirror the behavior, though, instead curiously lifting her head to check this out.]

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[scattercrumbs]

[Warning warning! Change detected, but origin cannot be traced??
The boy takes a step away from the corner, but doesn't back down. Pouting, he tilts his head, surveying the treats.]

You found these? I don't think they could just came outta nowhere....can they.....?

2/3 whoops

[scattercrumbs]

[He forgets his passion, actually considering this possibility.]

Nope...that doesn't sound right at all...

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[scattercrumbs]

And that's silly.

Food don't have genders!

[He looks like he's about to deliberate again, but stops himself.]

I should know.

[newbarkflirt]

The food-? [what is he-] No! It's for girls. On-ly-for-girls! [And maybe she bought them instead of found them, but it would take some real skill to get her to give out the location of the bakery to....... a boy!]

[scattercrumbs]

Oohhh!

[He scratches at his nape, emanating a slight pink that begins to crawl up past his chin to his nose bridge.]

That was dumb of me, haha.

[...but wait? What was it she said?]

Why is only for girls?