Yggy’s heart was pounding. The girl who’d given her Baseball– well, Baseball’s egg, anyway– was back, and she was using some kind of hypnosis tactic on her to make her give away her stuff! Or maybe it wasn’t hypnosis, and it was just some kinda crazy interrogation room trick!

“The Arena? Aw, man…” Her voice came out disappointed, like her mom had just told her it was her turn to do the dishes. “That sounds fun, but…” Uh, how should she say this? In a nice way?

Morgana was like, really bad at battling.

The first time Yggy had met the weird high forehead girl, she was battling a Duraludon out on the Surge Steppes with a Salandit. A poison-type. With only poison moves. Against a steel-type. Needless to say, Yggy had to do the right thing and step in to help out, you know? Like, out of compassion.

Yggy normally didn’t look that far ahead. She liked living in the moment, doing cool and hype stuff and not really worrying about the consequences. But she could just tell how an Arena match with this chick would go.

Yggy would win. Bergamot would swear eternal revenge. And she probably wouldn’t stop bugging her for the seal.

“You know, it’s fine,” She gave in, rubbing the back of her neck. “You can just have it. I already have a lot of cat Pokemon, so it might get kinda confusing if I have other Pokemon that look like cats but really aren’t, you know?” As she talked, she started to convince herself, starting to cheer up. Yeah! She hadn’t been bullied into trading away her stuff! She was just psyched to see what she could get in return! “Like a Dewcat! Or a Farf’cat! Pi-kat! Or a Pikakat?”

“Oh, you’re flying somewhere? Cool! I flew for the first time the other day!” Yggy exclaimed as the trade request popped up. She hit ‘yes’ and watched her ZAPDOS DNA (1) become ZAPDOS DNA (2). “It’s crazy to think about how many people are below you when you’re flying over a city! Like, all those people have their own lives, you know? Billions and billions.”

“I prefer to imagine the people in the airplanes watching me,” said Morgana, sounding distracted. She typed away at an invisible UI. “Someone thousands of miles above the surface of the earth. Just like satellites. Or the developers in the game.” Her tone had settled into a strange quality, as if she was someone else for a moment. “Does that scare you? Anyone in the world could be taking a peek at you, at any time?”

“A peek at…” Yggy tried to wrap her mind around why anyone would want to do that. As a boy in real life, she’d never worried about peeping toms or anything. “Like… a peekatchu…”

Morgana signed off.