Upon the start of a wonderful brand new day (as opposed to the day before, which ended five seconds previously), Pikachu is wide awake. We wait in the bedroom for awhile, hoping Pikachu would get bored and start throwing tissues around. Instead, something weird happens.
"Pika," Pikachu says as it bends down to pick up a banana on the bedroom floor. It waddles over to the player character and looks up very sadly. And stares. Holding this banana.
"Um, is it okay?" I ask Vicki. Vicki shrugs. Neither of us have seen Pikachu do this before.
This staring contest continues for at least thirty seconds, and that isn't an exaggeration. The whole time, Pikachu looks severely depressed.
"Awwww, Pikachu!" I say sympathetically.
"I know!" Vicki replied. "I feel so bad!" Yeah, we're strange people, feeling bad for a virtual creature.
"Well, what does it want?" I wonder.
At a complete loss, Vicki suggests, "The banana?"
"But it already has the banana!" I point out. Pikachu is still clutching it in its virtual paws.
After another thirty seconds of silence, Pikachu finally speaks up. "Pika pika," Pikachu whines as it waves its arms. The banana remains magically attached to its right paw.
"Yes, I know you have the banana," Vicki says into the microphone.
The speech bubble bounces off Pikachu's head as Pikachu flattens its ears to its head very sadly and frowns even more deeply. Then, with a completely blank facial expression, Pikachu throws the banana up in the air. And walks away.
Vicki and I stare after it. "Um…okay then?"