Carolina has to hide the smile with her hand, turning it into a faint cough before she looks back to Maine. The Charmander, meanwhile, is shaking its head vigorously.
"I don't think they look too much like a carrot," she allows, looking down at the Charmander. That shade of orange though... It reminds her of hot summer days in the yard of her house, and the rare times she could drag her father outside of his research.
Her gaze is distant, for a moment, before she shakes it off.
"If we're going with food themes, maybe Creamsicle?" she suggests. The Charmander mander's agreeably - it's not Red-chan - and she smiles again at that, looking up at Maine.
"I think that passed muster. Now, what do we feed these guys? And... do with them?"
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Carolina has to hide the smile with her hand, turning it into a faint cough before she looks back to Maine. The Charmander, meanwhile, is shaking its head vigorously.
"I don't think they look too much like a carrot," she allows, looking down at the Charmander. That shade of orange though... It reminds her of hot summer days in the yard of her house, and the rare times she could drag her father outside of his research.
Her gaze is distant, for a moment, before she shakes it off.
"If we're going with food themes, maybe Creamsicle?" she suggests. The Charmander mander's agreeably - it's not Red-chan - and she smiles again at that, looking up at Maine.
"I think that passed muster. Now, what do we feed these guys? And... do with them?"