Why do I even eat here? [VIVIENNE]

[Vivienne Montmarche]

So she'd been right, that Tanya was worth befriending. She smiled, right along with Oleg, though her motivations might not have been purely for friendship. "I hope I'm off to a good start with her." Vivienne replied.

When he brought up Seria, Vivienne glanced down at her Swirlix. Was it her place to mention that night they'd met? She walked in on Seria crying, but really...that wasn't any of her business, or Oleg's for that matter as far as the Kalosian girl saw it. Still, if he was concerned for her as a friend...

Vivienne chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before saying, "Yeah.....I met Seria a few nights ago, in fact." Her hands had slowed down on the Swirlix, who looked up, asking with his eyes why she'd stopped scratching such a good spot. She resumed, calculating what to say as she let the conversation die for a moment.

"She wasn't doing too well..."

[Oleg Kirrlov]

He furrowed his brow at this. He chewed on air for a moment before nodding seriously. "Alright. I won't dig into it more... At least not trough you." He smiled a bit, tapping his fingers against the table. "Sorry if it felt nosey to ask. I just want to know she's alright, she seemed distressed at class and all." He did feel slightly awkward for using a little girl to get info on his friends, but eh.

He then looked around, and then to the Swirlix. "So, he one of your starters? Seems like a rather perky fellow." Oleg nodded at that.

[Vivienne Montmarche]

Vivienne nodded to Oleg, even if she did mind it slightly; trading information was a practical thing, though she had to respect a certain level of Seria's privacy. Still, she kept note of Oleg's concern. Friendly? Most likely, though you could never rule out a romantic connection. Except, didn't Seria say she was having troubles with a girl? Vivienne mused over that for a moment, wondering if there was anything worth while in all the possibilities.

When Oleg commented on a la Mode, she felt the smile grow on her face. Her hands were starting to get stickier from the amount of affection she was showing him; another grooming session to try cleaning up some of it was only going to get them so far. After all, his very diet made his fluff sticky sweet. "Actually, he's not one of my starters." Her cheeks started to burn for a minute. "I've been kinda lucky when it comes to finding Pokemon since I came here. Now I just gotta train 'em, y'know?"

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Oh? Pretty lucky indeed. I didn't even know that you could find Swirlix somewhere on this island." He chuckled, looking to the six pokeballs on his belt. "I myself already have a fully evolved team of six... Not actually caught anything in a while." He stroked his chin as he said this. Maybe he did need to catch something eventually. But there was just so much to do, like finishing all those games.

"Eh. Anyways, I think I'll get going. Don't have much else to talk about, and I don't wanna force conversation." He nodded, slowly rising up as he then cracked his back.

[Vivienne Montmarche]

The girl nodded to Oleg, though when he mentioned his fully evolved team she nearly whistled. Focusing on only training six had it's benefits, obviously, but at least she had options for different scenarios, right? Sill, she'd be lying if she didn't admit to at least a tinge of jealousy.

When Oleg announced his intentions to leave, Vivienne offered him a small smile. "It was nice..." The Swirlix, turning to see him leave, offered a small yip as well. "Meeting you, I mean. Goodness knows the soup probably wasn't." Her voice was as soft as ever when she spoke, but she added a slight giggle at the end.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Heh... Maybe we'll meet again. Was fun talking to you. Don't get into trouble." He nodded to the girl, finishing his back cracking as he then looked to the swirlix one more time before reaching for his pocket, drawing out a small unwrapped bar of chocolate and throwing it to the ball of fluff. "Enjoy." He then turned around and took his tray with him as he wobbled off.

After placing the tray away, Oleg went for the hallways. That was a refreshing change of pace, discussing with someone he didn't know that well. Maybe he would meet the girl again sometime.