“Yeah,” Rebecca mused. “That was pretty bizarre thing for us to do. I probably shouldn’t have skimmed it over when I had the chance to, myself. My real question is who decided that everything has to have orbs and gears and crystals to run off of. Take this gear? Time stops. Smash that orb? Everyone dies. Like, you’d think that they could at least nail them down to something, you know?” She sighed, stopping herself. That’d be a really interesting thing to study, now that she thought about it; the whole dynamic and evolution of macguffins.

	“That’s actually a really good idea,” the Ralts complimented, “If they’re not cooperative, we could totally find a light or something to shine in their faces, and we could pull that “good cop, bad cop” shtick I’ve heard all about.” She left and followed Nina for the plains, realizing that she really never knew why anyone didn’t think of this before.