I couldn't keep up doing long chapters

here's a short one

821. monarch: one who rules a state, usually for life and by hereditary right

A couple minutes later Gold texted back, happily announcing his surprise that Green had had a change of heart. Somehow, Green felt like his life had fallen out of his control and into Leaf's… She had the threatening aura of a monarch eager to behead disobedient minions…

Latias glanced at him curiously when he walked into the kitchen – she'd heard his laugh earlier, and was curious as to what in the world could have caused such a huge mood change.

822. nadir: the lowest point; the bottom

Green'd hit his emotional nadir the day before, and was eager to distract himself with little laughs; genuine or fake, it didn't matter, but as long as he wasn't moping it was ok. He hummed as he stirred the noodles into the boiling pot of water, watching the hard, brittle strands soften.

823. bequeath: to pass down to; to hand down, especially in a will

He spent the next couple days training all morning, painting in the afternoon, and chatting with Leaf or looking at cute eevee pictures in the evenings. On Thursday, he invited Daisy and her husband over for dinner, and they were quite pleasantly surprised by Green's progress in the culinary department. Latias had neatly arranged the sofas and sat on them, invisible, but eavesdropping.

"Since when did my little brother become such a good cook?" Daisy rubbed Green's hair affectionately, stifling a chuckle as he swept his bangs out of his eyes irritably.

"It really is good, almost better than Daisy's," the other man commented. Daisy snorted and slapped him playfully.

"It is not! Ok, maybe kind of close…" Her playful expression suddenly dropped and she looked at her husband. "Honey, would you mind dropping by to buy a watermelon or something for a gift? I don't think we ever brought a house- or, apartment-warming gifts." He stood up and nodded, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Daisy turned to Green, the smile having vanished from his face. "Green, I was really glad you called me over today – I have something to say too. Grandpa's trying to bequeath us his fortune."

824. resuscitate: to revive, especially from apparent death or unconsciousness

Green spluttered. "What? He's little over fifty, and he was and probably still is really fit for his age! He's nowhere near passing away- unless something happened… Daisy, Daisy what happened to him?"

Daisy seized his hand. "Calm down now. He's fine – currently tootling around Kalos. He called me this morning, saying that he's planning to retire from research and resuscitate his career as a trainer."

"What?!"

825. fallacy: a false notion, especially one based on incorrect reasoning

"Yeah, me exactly. But he's pretty serious, and he wanted us to talk about who gets the lab or the ranch or generally what we should do with the property."

"Uh, it might be another fallacy from one of his weird mood swings again… this happened a couple years back too, right? When he found out about the new Hoenn champ, that really young girl, and was all inspired to become the oldest champion or something."

"I know, but this time… even if he changes his mind, I think we need to start planning for the future – the ranch gets a ton of volunteers, but that won't last forever and we need to figure out who really is going to take care of the place in the future."

826. polemic: a controversial argument, especially attacking a particular opinion

"We don't have to make it polemical though right? Can we just like share responsibilities? The lab and the ranch are supposed to be parts of a whole anyway."

"Well, both of us have lives now, right? It's going to be hard to manage the whole thing; better for us to share duties, right? I was thinking, you manage, update, remodel, do whatever to the lab, and I'll feed and check on and take care of the pokemon on the ranch. Good massage practice, eh?"

827. hearsay: rumor; gossip

"You're going to go around massaging random pokemon?" Isn't that a little like sexual harassment?

"Yep! If you haven't caught on to hearsay, I've become something of a friendship booster for people and their pokemon! Hey, why don't you call out Umbreon and I'll give her a nice rub." Daisy twirled her wrists and opened and closed her hands, wiggling her fingers.

828. bellow: to yell very loudly; to shout

Umbreon hopped onto Daisy's lap, and Green watched curiously as Daisy aimed carefully for specific points on Umbreon's back, rubbing in methodical circles. Green released Arcanine, who, seeing how cramped the apartment was, quietly squatted and lay down on the floor. Green tried to aim for the same spots – although probably around four times larger, Arcanine and Umbreon had similar body structures – but as he tried to rub the right spots, all he got were mournful bellows and whimpers.

829. vagrant: a person who wanders from place to place, especially one who lives on the streets and constitutes a public nuisance

Daisy shook her head disapprovingly and shooed Green away and went to work easing off sore spots and tight muscles. Umbreon patted Green's hand consolingly with a paw, before wandering back to Daisy and mewing for another massage.

Green wondered why he loved Umbreon so much when the little vagrant was always betraying him for food and massages. He frowned as both his pokemon nuzzled happily against Daisy.

830. indigenous: native, occurring naturally

Her husband returned a while later – his return was clearly audible, with heavy steps and grunting as he trudged up the stairs. Green opened the door and relieved him of the watermelon, and Daisy left off of massaging Pidgeot to cheer.

Green reached for his tiny apple knife, but Daisy snorted and grabbed a meat cleaver. She (way too happily) chopped the huge fruit in one blow, nearly splitting his table with the strike. Green winced and asked Arceus why the women in his life were so frightening.