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“I’m sorry, we don’t-” Elias started, trying to quickly make an excuse and get away from the Dragpult when Zella interrupted him. “We don’t know where your kids are, but we sure can find them for you! What do they look like again?” She asked cheerfully, oblivious to the glares she was receiving from the Rufflet. “Oh, thank Arceus. They aren’t done up all fancy with a bunch of traits. All of them are just basics, like me.” The Dragpult replied, relief obvious on their face. They had stopped wringing their hands and started holding them instead. “I’ll go look outside and see if any ran out.” Biscuit said, quick to get away. Truth be told, the cross was rather terrified of ghost types. It was bad enough living with Vera and Danny, he didn’t need any little ghosts creeping up on him to just pile on to the fear. He doesn’t even know why he came in the first place. Biscuit hates leaving the peaceful ranch and had settled down, believing he would never fall into one of the many adventures