[center][h2][color=palegoldenrod]Gabrielle Angouras[/color][/h2][/center]

Gabrielle sighed. [color=palegoldenrod]"So we're supposed to trust the dregs of society? Some lesson."[/color] As she spoke, though, she couldn't help recalling what the ghost had said, not just about her distrust but about her tone. Like that had been something to blame her for. She'd had somewhere important to be, after all.

The meal, at least, turned out to be just what she needed. Better even than the food at the dinner parties she'd grown up with, although she wasn't going to admit this. Of course, everything had its downside, and at several intervals she scowled and muttered, dabbing soup, sauce or soft cheese from her wrist fur with a napkin.

Once she'd finished the cheesecake, she went back to trying to clean the accumulated traces of all three courses from the fluff, to no avail. She groaned and flung the stained napkin to her plate. [color=palegoldenrod]"How on earth do you even get used to being a Pokemon anyway?"[/color]