Slowly but surely, Plumeriaâs heart rate began to recede. This was real. This was happening. This was not the strangest thing that had happened to her, not by a long shot, and she could handle this with dignity and grace just as she did everything else that came her way.
   Without a second thought Plumeria slumped into her desk chair and took her cigarettes and lighter from her drawer, immediately lighting up a smoke.
   All she knew of Darkrai came from Tutuâs books of myths and legends. He was a figure of fairy tales, like most PokĂ©mon of his ilk. The fact that he did indeed exist was something akin to waking up in time to catch the Tooth Fairy.
   Now heâs trying to comfort her? Plumeria laughs, smoke billowing from her nose as she gives him a shake of her head. â You got no idea. You donât get bad dreams, do you? Do you even sleep? Shit. Anybody ever tell you you weird at conversation? â
   Abruptly, it strikes her that sheâs being rude. â âŠyou wanna join me? â She brandished the cigarette case.
âI only sleep.. if made to do so. I have never dreamed.â The only time heâd ever slept was when, in a battle, he was lulled to sleep by a move. But sleep did very little to give him rest, and he never dreamed.
âHumanspeak.. itâs hard. I am learning.â Darkrai said, his own way of apologizing for something he knew he couldnât help. Somehow, he felt that this probably wasnât a real issue. He understood, somewhat, that seeing someone like him could make things very difficult as far as conversation went. At least, for some humans. They were all so different.
As she brandished the case, he gingerly took out the cigarette. Heâd seen these in the mouths of humans plenty of times before. Without thinking twice, he popped it into his mouth and ate it. It didnât taste very good, but he didnât want to be rude, so he hid his surprise.