He knocked, and was called in, and the state of her living room was baffling the man. 

Currently, Anya was sitting in her small living room, with her yamask resting just behind her on the back of the sofa, her Froslass was floating right by her side on the sofa, and her Hatterene was hilariously taking up a huge part of her couch next to her. 

“What in the - Anya?” 

“Hm?” She didn’t give him a glace, as she was in the middle of eating something.

“.... Can I ask what the hell you're doing?” 

Anya looked up from her food, giving him a bewildered expression. 

“.... Dinner?” 

“... This is how you have dinner? With all of your pokemon just… around you?” He questioned

“.. Not usually? But the rain outside was makin’ me nervous - the power tends t’go out”

Milo could not, for the life of him, understand the logic there. But Anya was always a little enigmatic, really. They hadn’t known each other long, but she was good at confounding him with her logic leaps, if nothing else. 

“Do you usually let them out of their pokeballs when they get home, though?” 

“Yes?”

Huh. Something about that was interesting to Milo, though he didn’t linger on it 

“Well, I’m just here dropping off the sweets you asked for” 

“Yah?” Drew perked up at the mention of sugar.

“Oh, thank ye! Ye can put it on the counter” 

“Got it. Uh, see you tomorrow?” He questioned 

“Sure!” She waved to him, with her pokemon following suit.

Milo shut the door behind him, and his brow was furrowed as furrowed could be as he stood there in a small apartment building’s hallway. Anya could be quite the character sometimes, and while he had been bewildered, the more he thought about it, the less ridiculous it was. Seemed he was just caught off guard. She did love her pokemon, even if it seemed a little unconventional.

Anya reminded him of another person with a love of Galarian Punk and pink. Perhaps he should introduce them. 

Oh, that was a great idea! Both of them could use more friends! 

He’d look into it tomorrow. He was sure it was a good idea. 

-

Huh.

“So.. You two… know each other?” Milo questioned, genuinely surprised.

Anya glanced over at him “Hm?” 

“Hell yeah we fuckin’ do! Graduated secondary together!” Piers announced, arm around Anya’s shoulders. “Been friends f’r years! Surprised we hadn’t mentioned it to ya before now, but oh well!” 

The fact that he was touching her without asking and she was clearly fine with it was the answer in and of itself, but Piers' response clarified a lot. Milo couldn’t help but smile bemusedly at the situation

“Huh. Didn’t know you knew each other…. Is she the best friend you kept talking about?” Milo questioned almost playfully. 

“You bet!” Piers gave Milo a tired grin. Anya looked down with a red face. 

Milo chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, let’s not delay! We have a rented Karaoke room to abuse!” He waved for them to follow him into the venue they’d gotten the reservation in in the south end of Hammerlocke. 

“Oh, hell yeah! Ready, Anya??” 

Anya recovered from the bashfulness rather quickly at the promise of karaoke as Piers removed his arm from around her shoulders, and she gave a solid nod “Aye! Le’s’go!” 

“I push and you tend to shove I-” 

“Give in and you won’t give up I’m” 

“Not getting out of here this time!” 

“I bought a Lemon to a knife fight!!” 

Oh, now Milo just felt left out.