Before Baimu could say anything—
"Hoopa!"
Hoopa excitedly raised a hand. The largest Golden Ring at its waist flew out, expanded, and hovered above the dining table. Meray seemed to guess what it was about to do and hurriedly reached out—
"Hoopa! Don't!"
Clatter!
Dazzling golden light filled Baimu's vision in an instant. Gold and silver jewelry piled across the table, and pieces scattered in every direction, drawing startled cries from the people nearby.
Without a doubt, the reckless Hoopa had summoned a fortune in treasure through its Golden Ring in full view of everyone.
Barza and Meray looked ready to tear their hair out as they frantically picked up the pieces that had fallen to the floor. Mawile exchanged a glance with the Dreepy Siblings, and they joined in.
Only Baimu remained seated, struggling to push the treasure in front of his chest farther onto the table before it fell.
"Heeheehee! Little White, did I scare you?"
Hoopa waggled its eyebrows at Baimu, looking terribly pleased with itself, then somehow planted its hands on its hips. "This money can help the people of Orre! Hoopa's super generous!"
Who's Little White?
Anyone who didn't know better would think it was calling a Growlithe.
And what exactly did Ghris discipline? How was Hoopa still this mischievous?
Baimu had known Hoopa for less than ten minutes, yet it had already given him a headache. He could hardly imagine how Barza and Meray had put up with its erratic behavior for so many years.
Maybe that was what growing up together did.
Well.
He knew Hoopa meant no harm. It was just in the habit of playing pranks and occasionally making a mess of things while trying to help.
And Ghris's main purpose in disciplining Hoopa had been to teach it that its