[audio, right before new arrivals]

[loopsiedaisy]

Did anyone [else] make a wish, right before ending up here?

[There's a muted, deadened quality to this transmission - someone is trying very hard not to think about. Well. Just about anything!]

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[dunchies]

Mm. It's— [ He pauses, suddenly second guessing himself. Is it really that complicated, without all the context? But to say it outright, knowing how it looked back home, knowing how many here didn't ask to wind up in Bottlecap Bay as something else? Better to dance around it, even if vagueness just begs for more questions. ] —it was to save everyone.

[ Suddenly, he's thinking back on those few weeks before coming here. A giant feast. The hustle and bustle of a newly emerged kingdom. Anxiety mixed with longing. But it all fades just as quick. ]

[loopsiedaisy]

[Right. Of course it was. As vague as it is, as much as Siffrin feels like there was probably more to it... that's so much of a better wish. Ha! Haha!]

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Was it... could something about it have made you end up here?

[dunchies]

[ The other end of the line goes quiet for a while.

Then, suddenly: ] No, that isn't how it works. I had my wish, and then—everything worked out, in the end. [ And yet, his tone is heavy with a strange mix of emotions. ] Coming here... was a lucky coincidence.

[loopsiedaisy]

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...I don't think... I don't think you can get out of wishes that easily...

[Why do they feel so sure about this...? They're missing something, they must be.]

[dunchies]

What... makes you say that? There's... there shouldn't be anything for me to get out of. Not anymore.

[ He can feel his heart start to race, the seeds of doubt making their way in. ]

After my wish, I—that kind of power—it left my world.

[loopsiedaisy]

[That doesn't sound right to Siffrin. Something like that would be woven into the Universe, it couldn't just leave.]

[But, even if it could...]

Well, maybe. But... the wish would be trying to stay granted, wouldn't it?

[Otherwise it wouldn't mean anything.]

[dunchies]

Could a wish really be that strong? [ It's a question more for himself than for Siffrin. It's impossible—should be impossible—and yet here he is, and the thought in his mind only grows louder still. ] You... make it sounds like a curse.

[loopsiedaisy]

...yeah.

[That really feels right to them, even though they still feel like they're missing something...]

I guess it doesn't have to be. [Some of the other people responding to them seem to have gotten out of it better? And while they wouldn't have asked to be a Pokemon, it's not too bad at this point. That's not the problem.]

[But. Yeah, a wish someone isn't very careful with might as well be a curse.]

[dunchies]

... I see. [ And that's all he can manage to say. Words echo in the back of his mind, buried too deep to come through clearly on the pearls, but spoken by someone—something—else entirely. If only he was in the kingdom for just a few weeks more. Then maybe this supposed curse would mean something else entirely. ]

And what did you wish for, Siffrin? [ He asks, if only because their initial question must have come from somewhere. ]

[1/2]

[loopsiedaisy]

[Siffrin's mental impression is suddenly even more distant. Hm! This sure is a thing they don't want to talk or think about!]

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[2/2]

[loopsiedaisy]

To never see a croissant again!

I don't think Pokemon make croissants, so I guess it's pretty safe to say it's been granted~

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[dunchies]

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[dunchies]

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[dunchies]

Why?

[loopsiedaisy]

Croissants are awful and bad.

[dunchies]

Even with ham and cheese?

[loopsiedaisy]

Why would you do that to ham and cheese.

What did they ever do to deserve it.

[dunchies]

It's more balanced.

[loopsiedaisy]

Have them with brioche instead!! Or pain de campagne!

[Objectively better breads. Clearly.]

[dunchies]

But the texture is all different. You can't say it's the same. You don't even like chocolate croissants?

[ Be open-minded to the possibilities, Siffrin!!! ]

[loopsiedaisy]

Exactly!! [Croissants bad!!]

[...hm. Well, they do still like a good pain au chocolat... those are just different enough...]

...if they have enough chocolate and they're not moon-shaped, I guess they might be okay. Maybe.

[dunchies]

See? I like the other shape better, too. More surface area for fillings.

[ Now that's what he calls progress. What the hell were they talking about again. ]

[loopsiedaisy]

[Teehee. Distraction successful.]

But do they even still count as croissants, then...? They're called something different.

[dunchies]

Mm. [ A more thought-provoking question to consider anyway! ] Maybe, if they're basically made the same and taste the same.

... But I guess you wouldn't call scrambled eggs a type of omelet.

[loopsiedaisy]

[Siffrin has never once considered egg dish definitions with anywhere near this level of depth. They have only considered egg dish names in this level of depth for puns.]

...yeah! Exactly! [So. They're not croissants.]