"Meow... (I've got a bad feeling about this...)"
The more Meownei watched Squirtle earnestly asking for advice, the more suspicious she found it.
She felt this would become Squirtle's newest excuse to slack off. For some time to come, he would have a perfectly reasonable excuse to spend his days eating and sleeping,
then sleeping and eating.
Most importantly, Meownei had no grounds to argue with him.
Squirtle had already taught himself Rest, and he could learn Sleep Talk through instruction.
"Meow... (This turtle... has already mastered the art of an open scheme?)"
If she stopped Squirtle, she would be interfering with his training. If she didn't, she wouldn't know the outcome until he finished learning.
In a sense, Squirtle had already won.
"Luca?"
Lucario watched as Meownei snapped a thick bone in two with her bare hands, then handed it to him.
His aura and instincts told Lucario that she wasn't simply helping him crack open a bone. Meownei must have just thought of something else entirely.
Squirtle also felt a sudden chill run through him, and he stared at the dessert before him, questioning his life choices.
"Squirtle? (What's this black jelly?)"
Looking at the dessert Meownei handed him, Squirtle felt a little puzzled. This behavior was rather unusual.
"Meow~ (It's grass jelly. You could also call it black jelly, but under certain circumstances, it might just turn out to be turtle jelly. You know what I mean,
right?)"
Meownei clenched her fists. Her meaning was clear: if he really was learning, she had nothing to say about it.
After all, Snorlax's sleep-fighting punches were something of a specialty. If Squirtle really could learn them, they would give his fighting strength a considerable boost.
But if she discovered that Squirtle was simply slacking off without the slightest intention