[The nonsensical babbling is strange and familiar all at once, and Dave blinks behind his sunglasses as Dirk rummages through for a jacket. Zipping his little friend in just makes the whole scene even more bizarre, and the corner of his mouth wavers for just a second like it doesn't know where to put itself, in a one-pixel smile or an expression of pain.

Still, he ducks his head, picks up the box again, and stands, and his voice is a little easier.]

I didn't get any sleeves, either. I mean, not until I complained about it on a public forum and the citizens misread my chill for shock or something and collectively took pity on my frozen orphan ass.

[Dave looks at Dirk again, then tilts his head down the road.]

I'm taking these to the Pokémon Center. It's like a combination free animal hospital and visitor's center. If you want to get out of the cold.