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Her coffee is cooler upon her next gulp. Perhaps she should have gotten something iced... The colder temperature is almost refreshing to the young adult, reminding her of trying to drink hot chocolate as fast as she could before it succumbed to the chill outside in the falling snow of Snowpoint City. Of course the scalding drinks were always cold by the time she managed to finish them but it was the rush of excitement that got her. The feeling of trying to win yet another game. She had many games as a child, always trying to make things fun and exciting. Even school became a game at some point...[break][break]

Oh, so the brown bread is nothing more than an expression? Interesting. Truthfully she has never heard of someone saying that before but the poised man did say he is from a town she had never heard of so perhaps that's it? A cultural difference, right? She nods happily, another gulp taken from her lukewarm mug. "Okay!" comes a chirp of agreement, the brown bread remark shuffling out of her head for the moment. In it's place, a fleeting thought of the sudden need for a cupcake or twelve comes and goes as quickly as shuffling cards. She settles for more coffee, if one could call it that, and sits just a little taller in her seat. Mustn't forget to always have good posture... Although the one time she would forget would be during all the excitement of a contest where it happens to matter most.[break][break]

A soft sigh escapes her lips as she finally releases her mug to settle it gently against the tabletop. While he might not be royalty, he certainly carries himself like one... She really needs to learn that kind of art. Does it require a lot of training? Oh probably... Her mind dwells on this fact for a mere moment before jumping into the next topic. Lavender, a beautiful color in itself. Personally, she prefers shades of pink but the pastel allure of the purple is certainly not lost on her. "You must look great in lavender," she decides in a matter-of-fact tone. He looks great as is, every inch a fashion icon as one would imagine, but a splash of the light color would really make it that much better. "Do you wear it often?" Curiosity flashes across her features as she tilts her head, stray strands of her bangs fluttering against eyelashes. The almost childish expression quickly shifts to surprise as her eyes widen upon his next sentence floating into her ears. Did he just say queens? As in plural? One than one queen... That's more than she'd ever meet in her life! "That's so exciting! Was it fun? They must be so elegant," another sigh puffs out from her mouth, airy and light in a dreaming manner. She'd love to meet a queen, maybe even just take a peek inside the closet of one. Their clothes are divine, perfect for contests![break][break]

It clicks in her mind as soon as his full title is laid out on the table. The Elite Four of Unova! She saw a match of two where they were the stars... No wonder he looked so familiar! If memory serves, he was watching on as Lady Caitlin and Shauntal faced off. Oooh he knows Caitlin! Phoebe has always been rather interested in the youngest member of the Elite Four, fawning over her fashion choices as inspiration for some of her own. A wide smile settles on her lips as she squeals out a response. "Yes, that's it! Gosh, it was bugging me that you looked so familiar and my brain just couldn't function properly enough to figure it out. Thank you!" Honestly if he hadn't said that, she would have been so frustrated over trying to figure it out that she would have ended up trying to search his name on the internet. Boy did he just save her a lot of time later! Upon his next words, however, she flushed a rosy pink and fidgeted in her seat as a previously idle hand moved to brush her bangs from her eyes. "Oh you're too kind," she giggles before winking, adding, "Not nearly as marvelous as being a member of the Elite Four! That's such a high achievement, you must be so proud." She would have a head three times the size if she had that much success beneath her belt, that's for sure. Oh, had his eyes always been that bright? A pretty blue, almost belonging to a gemstone, and she feels herself smiling wider at the sight. He looks handsome with that combination of piercing blue eyes and the darkest of hair colors.[break][break]

"An old friend? Are you excited?" she muses, pausing before adding a last minute "I would be." Old friends always seemed to excite her, maybe because of all the good times they bring with them. Good memories and feelings of nostalgia don't happen often for the nineteen year old but whenever they do, she tries to cherish them just a little more than other experiences. Sometimes, however, others don't view it in the same manner as she and so she doesn't push the topic further, trying to reign in her excitement for just a moment like her mother had taught her. "Don't question everyone, darling. You'll make someone angry one day." Her mother is usually right, unfortunately, and she would prefer to not upset her newly acquired friend! His acknowledgement of her overly curious nature is enough to cause the brunette to meekly giggle, shrinking in her seat just a fraction with embarrassment beginning to bubble in her stomach. She knows she basically goes into an overload of questions without meaning to but having it pointed out in conversation is always rather mortifying. People get annoyed rather easily with her and whenever they do they always seem to make sure they bring up her habit of interrogating them. Despite this, she peers over at his cup and nods in acceptance upon the herbal aroma entering her nostrils. Tea... She has never been a fan of it if she is being completely honest. It always just tasted like dirt to her but to each their own she supposes. "Ah, I see! What kind are you drinking? Do you normally drink a lot of tea or is it just, like, a special occasion kind of thing?" In the back of her mind, she recognizes just how many questions she's asked (seventeen, to be exact) but the inquiries still fly from her mouth with little care. Perhaps as she grows older she'll figure out how to kick the nasty habit but for now, she merely offers a kind smile as she settles back into her seat and plucks her mug from the counter once more for yet another sugary sip.

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