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Bella leaves in due time. She calls Sherlock a week later with one of her father's Pokémon on the other end of the line; it is learned that being boxed is sort of like having almost fallen asleep or woken up but not quite, a drowsy half-conscious state with little attention to the passage of time. It is not unpleasant, at least in this 'mon's opinion.
Three weeks later, Bella flies to Lake Acuity again.
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Meh. "So did Sherlock tell you about the results of his conversation with my dad's Noctowl about boxing?"
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"Yeah. Although it probably doesn't compare that favorably to running wild for anything without natural predators."
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"I'll go show him the sweaters," says Bella, and she carries the Umbreon-garbed Pory up the stairs.
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Sherlock is in his customary room at the top of the tower.
"Adorable," he says when Bella arrives with her cuddly Porygon.
"Adorable," he says when Bella arrives with her cuddly Porygon.
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"Isn't it just? This is the cutest one, although the one with the puffballs is a close second. Did Jarvis tell you he introduced himself to me?"
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"So now I understand all the odd remarks you made about your house," says Bella, patting the Umbrygon as it goes but not impeding its progress.
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"Do you remember," he says, "when we were discussing my ability to understand Pokemon speech, and I joked that I might be a Ditto in disguise?"
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"And have you observed that I don't appear in any existing records of Tony's childhood?"