#{Lanette's clearly been spending too much time around Bill.}

[bills-pokedex]

Oh hey Bill, how does it feel to fly under your own power? I've always wondered how that feels...I've flown on a Pidgeot before but I feel that doing so under your own power must be a completely different experience!

In a word, anonymous . . . it's liberating.

Imagine that you've spent your entire life being held down by weights tied around your limbs. One day, you're able to take off those weights for the first time. Imagine how that must feel, how your limbs feel when you lift them above your head, how fast you run without weights tied around your ankles.

That's what it feels like.

[This answer doesn't surprise Lanette, actually. It doesn't even worry her. She just presses post, then hands the phone back to Bill, and they both stare out at the sunset from atop the lighthouse beacon. She leans against him, hand resting on his wrist, feeling the skin beneath it. Skin, not scales. Not yet. That part surprises her.

It's been several months since the two of them started focusing on other projects. It's not that they had lost interest in the blog. It was more that there didn't seem to be much left to say. Oh, sure, there were questions left unanswered, and Lanette's aware she'll have to make Bill answer them eventually. But . . . it seems less like a priority now. Less important than the world in front of them and the questions they had yet to answer, not from readers but from each other.

How long has it been so far? Half a year since that incident in Crown Tundra. Two since their first adventure into Galar. Lanette isn't even pretending that she'll eventually go home at this point; in a way, she's already there. She knows that's the answer to one of Bill's questions—probably more—but she enjoys the idea of holding out from answering that one, even just for a little while longer.

Bill inhales deeply, rocks back on his heels, and closes his eyes.

"I hope you're not bored," he says.

"What do you mean?" Lanette answers.

"I mean it's been rather quiet," Bill tells her. "We have our research, but how long has it been since we've last had something exciting happen?"

Lanette smirks. "Given the fact that 'exciting' usually ends with one of us kidnapped or stuck as a pokémon, why are you saying that like it's a bad thing?"

"Hm. Maybe you have a point."

Bill opens his eyes, then jumps. Before Lanette can stop him, he's perched on the railing, facing her. And then, he's gone, off the edge and dropping towards the sea. Lanette doesn't have time to shout; her voice catches in her throat as she leans over and stares down at the black waters below.

Then, there's a flash of green and a wind, and she's swept off her feet and arcing into the air until she lands squarely on a flygon's back. Bill beats his wings once, then sets off, flying away from the shore.

"Where are we going?!" Lanette shouts over the wind.

"Off to find some excitement!" Bill calls back. "Let's see which of those two scenarios you're talking about will come up this time!"

It takes a second for that to sink in before Lanette leans against her partner's back. She pulls herself close to his ear.

"You know," she says, "I wasn't going to say anything beforehand, but supposedly, there have been new legendary sightings in Sinnoh."

Bill glances at her without turning his head. Then, his dragon's snout twists into a wicked grin, and he picks up speed.

"Do you think Bebe has enough room for a trainer and her dragon?" he asks.

"Absolutely not," Lanette replies, "but I'd love to see the look on her face when we drop by anyway."]

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