Bede rolls his eyes, standing beside Opal’s kitchen table, shoehorning himself between Galar’s oldest and youngest gym leader as they share their Saturday morning cuppa. They always sit across from each other like old friends catching up at a cafe, or at the very least like a couple of children set to conspire. It’s odd, to say the least.
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