"Meow... (All theory must be grounded in practice. Specifically...)"
Though there were only a few short lines, they carried plenty of meaning. That sentence, however, made Meownei feel that the notes were a little less useful as a reference.
Just then, she happened to notice Squirtle fiddling with some strange written material. For an illiterate turtle,
this clearly made no sense.
While Xin Mu went to the bathroom to wash up, Meownei approached Squirtle.
"Meow? (What are you looking at? Can you even read it?)"
"Squirtle. (No, but advances in human technology are a wonderful thing.)"
Squirtle picked up a tiny earpiece, through which a mechanical voice was reading the text aloud.
"Meow. (So what are you looking at?)"
"Squirtle. (That remarkable Mismagius, of course. More precisely, some records of her human form. The internet says she studies philosophical theory.)"
"Meow? (Huh?)"
Philosophy was something Meownei did not quite understand, but thinking it over, a long-lived Ghost-type Pokémon who never had to worry about making a living studying philosophy...
Somehow, it made perfect sense. If Mismagius really did have some unusual interest in philosophy, the addendum in the notes no longer seemed so strange.
"Squirtle. (Never mind that. What weird food are you planning to tinker with tonight? Please make it a little tastier this time. If those cooking utensils weren't as magical as your name, I'd suspect you were trying to poison me.)"
Following an established recipe rarely caused problems, but Meownei had been experimenting lately. As for her new creations...
Though she had not produced anything as strange as braised malva nuts, her creations hardly qualified as normal life-forms either. If those magical cooking utensils had not guaranteed the "flavor" part, Squirtle would never have volunteered to dispose of them.
"Meow. (It's fine. Sorry for the trouble, but