"How much do we need to let out to make ourselves feel better?" Fire Emblem Hilda asked about the methane making they were doing.
Pokemon Hilda simply laughed upon having her hands on her roaring rump that let loose a rancid reeking scent. "Oh not enough I'm afraid!"
"What!? You can't be serious-"
"Oh I am quite serious as you can smell...!"
FE Hilda groaned since she knew the pocket monsters named equivalent to her wasn't kidding about their frequent flatus.