<'Hey, T, should you really be doing that?'> Bartók questions with less of a cautious tone and more of a 'Girl, what the fuck are you doing?'. Yet, Tuesday almost seems to ignore the currently brown fawn (it's winter, after all) and continues to carefully collect mushrooms.

"Of course I should. Now, watch my back, there's wild pokémon all around this area."

Another mushroom is placed in her basket, unbothered.

"Vegetable!" A stranger shouts, causing cat ears to perk up.

The Alchemist's mismatched gaze wanders over her surroundings, eyes of ruby and sapphire soon falling upon Cleo, her Woobat, and the Paras they face. Are Paras vegetables? Well, they do have mushrooms, but why is this cute girl looking for vegetable?

Ooooh.

"Hey hey. Trying to get that coronation invite?" Tuesday had read people's speculations about the requirements on r/UNOVR, but since she had gotten her invite without doing anything (probably because she has sacrificed like... 12 pokémon to the Precipice Shrine), she never cared much. Still, how could she not help a fellow Precipice enthusiast?

"Her, Bartók, help our friend here knock that thing out."

<'You got it, boss.'>

As Tuesday says, her pokémon does, swiftly kicking the Paras.

Just like that, the Paras falls. All in a day's work!

"Ha. If it's about sacrifices then you're probably good as long as you do a few. Precipice's big on those. Just... try to avoid giving her fish, maybe? She's kinda sick of those these days." Tuesday talks about the Precipice as if it were alive; as if she were aware of its needs and wants. How can she know this? Well, the one the Precipice is dedicated to had told her this once, but of course she doesn't bother with explaining as much. Instead, she just gives Cleo the brightest and most confident of smiles.

"I sure did get an invite! I'll see you there if you get one, yeah? I'm Tuesday, by the way. Good luck with the hunt." The catgirl winks, for while many players aren't fond of talk of sacrificing pokémon, to Tuesday it is no more than a mechanic — a means to an end. It's good to meet others who have the guts to think so as well.

Cleo nods, her catching pokeball clutched in her hands as she gives Tuesday her full, albeit a bit confused, attention. Questions bubble in her mind. The Paras could wait. What would it do – crawl away while unconscious? Or despawn. Oh no. Her eyes flit away for a second to check. Nope. Still there. Okay. Great.

"You—"

Her eyes drag back to the pretty catgirl. The pretty girl that's just winked at her. Well then. It's not like she needed to have coherent thought anyways.

She squeezes the pokeball like it’s a set of pearls, pink dusting her cheeks. The silence lasts a moment longer than it should, Cleo's already poor ability to figure out when to speak during conversations completely eviscerated by that wombo combo of smile and wink.

Eventually, the reboot of her mind completes. "You… Right! Yeah, invite. The event. Seeing you there. Right. That'd be, um, yes! Nice. Tuesday? Nice name. Hi. Yes. I'm uh, I. That's. Nice name! Oh, I already…" She flushes, peeling a hand off her pokeball, and then offering a hand to the catgirl. "I'm Cleo!" She quickly swaps hands once she realizes she's offered the one still clutching the pokeball. Oh no, is the other one sweaty? Would it be rude to retract it now? Too late, she's invested.