"Makes sense!" She smiles and follows along, tucking her wallet away again so she doesn't lose her cards on the way. 

"So tell me about yourself! What were these conspiracies like, what else are you interested in, do you know what your type is — do people on your world even have types, actually?"

"You mean like redheads or blondes or girls with autism or authors or people who can recite pi?"

"No but all of those are cute and good," she replies with a grin.

Maya gives Sable an amused headshake.

"Alts."

{Flirt,} she teases fondly.

Sable blushes very faintly at Maya's tease before continuing. "What I mean, though, is a type affinity. Pokémon each have one or types — normal, grass, fire, flying, psychic, fairy, poison, ghost, and so on — and a lot of humans do too. It's not always easy to figure it out, though. The obvious sign is unusual abilities, like my psychic abilities, but other types can be more subtle. I never would've figured out my fairy-typing without Maya's help."

"Well, I got here somehow, but I don't know if it was something I did or something Arceus did. My last name is Songbird?"

"Suggests I should probably show you some flying types for possible starters, just at a guess. At least if that last name resonates with you at all. My last name is Orchid, but you'd think from that I'd be all about grass types, and I'm really not. I like 'em well enough, but not that much."

She pulls out her pokénav plus and pulls up the limited free pokédex app (no real scanning options, but enough to get pictures of most pokémon at least). She filters by flying type (and Hoenn availability, of course), and starts flipping from species to species, holding it out so Audrey can see.

"Hmmmm..." Audrey looks through for a little while, then...

"Oh! That one! The one that looks like it's half bird half marshmallow! It's perfect!"

"Ooh, Swablu is a cutie. Normal/Flying, evolves into Altaria, which is Dragon/Flying. And it's the right time of year that some might come down from the mountains if we head up onto route one-eleven. We'll check that out after we get you registered."

"Awwww, alright then."

"So what's the conspiracy you're still in like? What sorts of things do they do?"

"We write slam poetry and we do political organization! We're the Truth To Power Conspiracy. Technically a junior wing of an adult organization but we're our own chapter. We do, like, protests of ageist laws, really fast spoken word songs, investigative journalism, and stuff like that. I'm mostly in it for the poetry honestly but I do go to rallies sometimes." 

Sable bounces on her feet a bit as she walks, smiling wide. "Oh that's so cool. I wish I could join that, but we don't have any good conspiracies here. Do you remember any of the poetry?"

"Sorry, I've never been big on memoriziation. I do have Jabberwocky by Louise Mirror memorized, but it's not exactly modern stuff."

"Tsalts?" Maya's tone is curious and interested.

"Yeah, I wanna hear a poem from another world, for sure."

"Alright then, I'll do my best! It's nonsense poetry, most of these words don't even mean anything in my language -" 

She clears her throat, and recites:

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Huh! Okay that was fascinating. I'm pretty sure a lot of those weren't words, but I understood it anyway? Cool."

"Ra-ralts." The little ralts nods in agreement.

{Those were not words, but there was clearly intent. Very cool.}

"Yeah, Mirror's poetry is fun like that. She also wrote some children's books that were very popular, and still are to this day."