Our Courage Will Pull Us Through!

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// Concept: a Pokémon verse for Dixie, where she’s an Aipom living on Donkey Slakong Island, which is under constant threat of attack by the villainous, Nanab berry-stealing, King K. Rookodile

...she might be sitting on that carton for a while.

“You know, for a project that cost Lunaris almost 40,000 Bells, I thought the picnic blanket would look a little... fancier.” Leslie couldn’t say the name wasn’t accurate, though. That was indeed a picnic blanket, complete with two chairs and a little basket full of fake-looking food. But why exactly did that require construction and an elaborate ceremony? Is that what people did when they had Bells to spare? Oh, well. Back to collecting seashells to pay for that tent.

When you try to cheer someone up and only make them cry harder.

“I did it! I caught a fish!” There it is, in all of its fishy glory: a tiny crucian carp, bumping against the glass of the fishtank held in her arms. Leslie could sell this thing off to Reese and become a few Bells closer to paying off that tent she’s living in, but... she’d grown sort of attached to it, for the entire ten minutes she’d had it in her inventory. “I should give her a name, shouldn’t I?” Yes, she’s definitely attached.

But hey, it really means a lot that you sent it in, so thanks a lot for doing that!

“Let’s cut the chitchat. Are you going to hand over the Dream Sword, or am I just going to have to take it by force?”