Ethan raised an eyebrow as she vanished before picking up his Pokemon. "I smell politics," he announced tonelessly. Blackie snorted, curling back up to sleep. "Do you think we ought to follow?" He rubbed Blackie's ears as they left the shop, turning toward the direction of the market. Maya shook her head.
"Let's not cause a war between families," she suggested. "We both know that'd get us in more trouble than she or you could afford. Come on, let's go the market. I want to see if there's a sale on Sitrus." She trotted ahead and Ethan sighed, following the sale-loving female.