A/N: So the challenge for people guessing is still open. You'll find out next chapter, which is already done and just needs to be edited.
Governing a great nation is like cooking a small fish - too much handling will spoil it.
Lao Tzu
More chairs were brought out and the large table was set to sit eighteen, although it was a bit squished. Placemats were set out and silverware was placed down. After realizing that the rebellion members were simply setting the large table for dinner most of the 'Dex holders chose to pitch in.
While the Hoenn trainers were setting out cutlery and the Kanto trainers were setting out dishes Lance wandered over to where Gold and Silver were moving Yellows throne up to the table. After helping the two Johto trainers Lance noticed that the throne seemed to have changed. It looked less like an intricate throne and more like a winged back chair. It was still made of the thin white wood, and it still had the thorny vines, but it would clearly take up less room now.
"Never let it be said that the chair can't fit huh?" Gold said jokingly as he noticed Lances study of the throne. Lances startled look caused Gold to Laugh Cheerfully.
"We've all done it," he said. "Gaped over how the Viridian throne adapts to the moment."
At that point in time Silver chose to join the conversation with a smirk on his face. "Like when you got both your arms and a leg broken by a rocket admin and his Hitmonlee?"
The younger red head ran a possessive hand down gold's arm. "The bloody thing shackled you there until a healer could get to you. I don't think I've ever seen Yellow as worried, or as mad."
Gold flushed before slyly glancing at Silver. "And I've never seen you so hell bent on revenge. I would've thought that the admin was mask of Ice from the way you acted."
Silver pulled Gold flat against his chest and snarled quietly. It seemed as if he'd forgotten that Lance was even there. "You could have died you idiot!" His fingers clenched in Gold's sweater as he spoke. "I almost lost you!"
"But you didn't," Gold pointed out softly. His hands slid behind Silver to roam up the red heads back. "I'm fine; Yellow healed me." He let out a soft sigh as Silvers arms tightened around him.
'Since when are Silver and Gold together?' Lance questioned as he shifted away from his cousin, who was too caught up in Gold to remember his presence any way. 'Since when was either of them gay?'
"They've been together for roughly two years now." Yellows voice murmured into Lance's ear. Yellow glided past him as she focused on the two boys. "After Gold almost died while fighting a Team Rocket Admiral by the name of Richard Silver seemed to come to terms with how they felt for each other."
"Didn't take Silv that long to seduce Gold after that." She quipped as they watched the two embrace each other. "Do you have a problem with it?" Her voice had hardened as she asked him.
"Not really." Lance answered with a shrug. "They're free to make their own choices."
He shot her a smirk and a wink then. "I personally prefer woman thought."
"Hmm." Her misty eyes swept over him and focused on the spot over his left shoulder. "We should go sit down now. The trainees will serve dinner soon."
She turned towards the table and started walking only to be held back when Gold and Silver each grabbed one of her arms. They held her as escorts would before leading her off towards the table.
"I'm perfectly capable of walking by my self." She told both of them crossly.
"Of course," Silver said with a nod. "The woman who is legally blind knows exactly where she is going."
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit." She told him rebelliously.
"Shall we go and eat cousin?" Silver asked Lance cheerfully. He was clearly ignoring the fuming woman on his arm. Lance couldn't help but chuckle as he followed behind. He had a feeling that dinner would be interesting.
That was an understatement.