"You met them?" she asks, before she can help herself. Whoops, what was that about not pressing for details? "Sorry," she says sheepishly. "But... um, that's good. That you'll be able to learn their special ability. Do you think they're at all interested in returning to Earth...?"

Caspar doesn't know a thing about what they're talking about. But that doesn't matter, because explosives strapped to boots is far more arresting, attention-wise. "A few hours of fun and noise, huh? And how long to rebuild your feet? You'd be better off with a propulsion system. You don't already have something like that?"

The conversation gets a small shake of her head from Adia and a vaguely amused smile. Caspar is a little too good at being a worrywart when it's someone he actually likes. She sets the straw tote on the spread out blanket and removes a few small stainless steel containers. One she pops open right away and offers to Princess. It's full of red, ripe cherry tomatoes, which the pokémon gobbles up eagerly, tail wagging.