[ Gods, it's weird thinking of Davenport now. Angus only got to talk to him for a few minutes once he was fully lucid, but the mental images of him having all these crazy interplanar adventures clash so much with his time as a nearly mute pokemon butler that it makes for some crazy mental whiplash.

He frowns thoughtfully, taking a sip of cocoa as he tries to figure out how to phrase this next thought. ]

It's more like... like a book that someone else read to me. There's no personal experience involved on my end, beyond knowing you guys for a year.

[ And knowing the protagonists of this particular story makes it EXTRA WEIRD. ]