Look said bow tray nerd, water stain wick heed, sigh hang reed need vest eat volt! Need vest eat volt!
I repeatedly pinched the bridge of my nose, then turned to look at Cy. She'd stopped moving as much, and she was floating low in her bowl.
"Could you try again, Jelly? I'm not sure we understood that."
Jelly's face changed for a second, like they were having a brief moment of clarity, before hopping back on the train to Nonsenseland. Look know water tray, water cane sell. Sigh said, hang reed. Need vest eat volt!
Snow's forehead lightbulb was glowing: she was thinking as hard as she could to figure out what in the unown Jelly had just said. Peanut had curled into a ball and was rolling back and forth like a supersized scolipede trying to do the same thing. Cy was lying flat against her bowl, staring up at the ceiling like a stunfisk. She'd only done that once before, when a particularly tactless relative had called her "retarded". I could only imagine what it meant now.
Unlike Eric, Jelly had consistently failed their interpreter training. They were supposedly brilliant and they had an incredible capacity for blocking hits, but there was something bizarre about their mental voice, like they were talking backwards through a pile of coats.
Dad had taken his team, my sister's team with the exception of her mienshao, and my other three pokemon to the mountains for a training weekend, so Jelly was the only psychic available for the next two days. Or rather, he was the only psychic available unless I wanted to shell out the $150 fee to hire a psychic for an hour, which I didn't.
After five more minutes of trying to translate Jelly's word vomit, I pulled out my wallet and dialed the psychic hotline.
Stu, now an alakazam with massive copper spoons, promptly appeared in my living room. He looked just as surprised to see us as we were to see him.
Have I gone back in time? You all look the same! Well, not exactly the same, you, he pointed a spoon at Snow, look more beautiful and you, he pointed the other spoon at Peanut, are even bigger than you were when I saw you last! What have you been eating, miracle seeds?
"He grows an inch every time I let him have a cookie," I replied. "If he ate a miracle seed, he'd be too big for our house."
Ah! Well then, best to stay away from those, they give you a horrible growth spurt and leave a nasty taste in your mouth! Now, why is it you called me here after all these years?
"Remember my feebas? She hasn't evolved yet, and I'm not sure I can help her. We'd been arranging a trade so she could be with a trainer who has already evolved a feebas before, but now she seems mad at me and I can't figure out why. Our previous attempts at psychic translation…" I glanced at Jelly, who thankfully seemed to be off in their own little world, "weren't quite successful."
Well, no surprise there! Reuniclus are *infamous* for their hilarious translations! That's what happens when you have a membrane instead of a skull: garbled in, garbage out. But anyway, you said you thought your feebas is was upset about something?
Stu locked eyes with Cy, and stared at her for a few minutes. He then stood up and faced me.
Your Cyrena isn't angry, she's happy! She'd been talking with the lucario, who wants to cancel the trade. She just learned a new dragon type move, and that Maze Guy's been super happy because he's been trying to catch a dragon type for years but was never able to. The whole reason he wanted Cyrena was to teach her ice beam and use her and his milotic as dual dragon catchers, but now that his lucario can fill that role, they don't need to trade anymore.
It baffled me that Cyrena was so happy to hear the trade had been canceled. I'd thought that she felt trading was her best chance at evolving. Stu read my mind and answered before I'd even formulated a question.
That's the cool part! Since the Maze guy no longer wants to trade for your Cyrena, the lucario thought it would be ok to reveal the secret of how Maze guy evolved his milotic. Apparently he took his feebas to a special spring with extra shiny water, and spent a few days pampering and bonding with him. Then, they swam in the pool together and BAM! Instant milotic! Now you know what you need to do, you don't have to trade your Cyrena away!
At this, Peanut bolted off the floor and gave me a massive hug and one of his widest smiles. Snow, meanwhile, had resorted to picking up Cy's fishbowl and hugging that, since the two weren't supposed to touch. Cy swam toward her in an indirect hug. Eventually, Peanut got bored of hugging me and waddled over to embrace his teammates in yet another bone crushing hug.
While your teammates are busy, can I talk to you outside? It's important.
