Many think that family money had a lot to do with it, but the truth is that Martín Marco Marzán had made his fortune by knowing how to get a good deal. Smart business decisions, is the proper way to put it. Something that without a doubt also translates to Tuesday's experience in UNOVR, no matter how different from him she might look and act. A Very Rare Pokémon that can only be obtained by trading 10 other Pokémon at Mythstar's exclusive shop? That's worth a lot, especially to Tuesday given what Pokémon it is, and she definitely would have done a lot more to obtain it. But, having to only trade three fodder catches for a Rare Pokémon at The Creed's shop? Now, that's a fucking good deal.

Is she scamming Muin, then?

Some people would sure think so, but based on the few interactions Tuesday has had with him, this Muin guy seems smart enough to realize that there's an obvious disparity here. So, what gives?

"Oh, I know it wasn't easy. Honedge is a damn rare Pokémon. You must want that Mawile really badly, huh? Or... you really don't want to have to deal with some of the more unsavoury types in my dear guild." The Alchemist smirks, reading what she sees before her. Tuesday may be loyal to The Creed and she may think most of her fellow guild-members are damn hilarious, but she knows well a lot of people want nothing to do with them — especially people like Muin.

That's her verdict about the man before her: he values his own comfort above all those Pokémon he traded away, that's why he agreed to this seemingly unfair deal. And, as someone who owns a multinational company that makes billions by allowing people to do all the shopping they want from the comfort of their own home, Tuesday sure as hell can appreciate someone with values like those.

These are the reasons why she's honest when answering his needless question.

"Name? Hell yeah I'm giving it a name! I'm not too sure about which, though..." She admits, downing beer and gently placing a single finger on brass Pokéball. Beneath its pressure, she makes the sphere roll. "I've been thinking a lot about it... Greco-Romans are my go-to for weapons, but there isn't really any famous Greco-Roman swords that suit my themes, and Honedge don't exactly look like a xiphos or gladius, you know?... Then I thought about Lobera, the sword of King Ferdinand III, but you can't name a sword 'Wolf Slayer' if it hasn't slayed any wolves! So, then I sat there and thought to myself 'Hey, my name is Tuesday and I don't have any Pokémon with Norse names, what gives?', so... Tyrfing? Yeah, I know, it's not exactly named after Týr, but it is the most famous fucking sword in all of Norse mythology and it kind of really suits the whole ghost blade theme."

Tuesday could doubtlessly rant about all this for hours, especially with a drink in hand and with an audience that pays close attention and listens quietly.

Ironically enough, despite having named his character in UNOVR after 'Týr's Day', Norse mythology has never been Mars' favourite. He can appreciate all the deities and the cosmology and so much else, but dwarves and elves and fairies and all of that have never been his thing (except for in A Midsummer Night's Dream, because that shit's aesthetic... and Greek nymphs are not fairies, thank you very much). Still, there are some things the Norse really got right, didn't they? Deities, runes, and case in point: Tyrfing.

"Look at you knowing your Pokémon lore." The Alchemist laughs, a light and gleeful sound that quickly fades into the ceaseless chatter of the saloon. "It was Svafrlami and I think you have a point there: if Honedge is already based on it, isn't it the perfect name? Honestly, I thought of sticking with Greco-Roman because of Aegislash, but as far as named shields go, you have the Aegis for Greeks and Ancile for Roman — the former is too obvious and the latter is already the name of my Cryogonal. I could go with Svalinn if I went Nordic, but... I kind of do intend for the Honedge to be more of a Sweeper instead of a Tank, right? So... Tyrfing it is."

A decision is made with a smirk and a swing of beer, Tuesday taking the brass Pokéball in her hand and examining it as if she could determine if the name is a good match for the Pokémon without even looking at it. While still holding it, she looks at Muin, her head tilting slightly and her cat ears twitching.

"What about you? You got a name for your new Mawile?"

She doesn't doubt that he has thought of it. He just seems like the type to put thought into everything. Which, as Tuesday sees it, is far from a bad thing.

"Huath." Tuesday tastes a word that is all too foreign to her, getting a feeling for its pronunciation. Truth be told, she has no idea what Muin is talking about with Ogham and all that, he could be making it all up as far as she's aware, but he clearly put a lot of thought into this choice and the naming convention in general. She will always appreciate people with good and consistent naming themes for their Pokémon, even if Mars might have to look up this whole 'Ogham' thing once offline.

"It has a good ring to it and I like that reasoning." She concludes approvingly, and while many would doubt someone like Muin needs their seal of approval on his decision, Tuesday is of the firm belief that people are always better off when she gives them hers. How could she not be? Her opinions are valuable, people!

With all that said and done, she puts the brass Pokéball away and raises her beer mug, smirking at the man sat across from her:

"Alright! You better get yourself a drink so we can toast to this trade. Don't leave me hanging, man."

So it is, then.