Quickie nodded slowly. "Ah yes... That type. Anywho, welcome and make yourselves at home. Plenty of room in here." She gestured to the large, open apartment with a set of stairs leading to a loft. "Bathroom's over there, bedroom's upstairs, and sound carries, but really, Mewtwo could sleep through a nuclear blast, so don't worry about waking him."
She moved to the kitchen area, which was little more than a corner of the open space, and began to pull out menus. "As for tacos, there's a Mexican grill I can get takeout from. We've been living on pizza and Chinese, it's time for a change."
Trak led Joe and Runaway to the set of couches off toward the large warehouse windows and sat. She remained quiet, as soon the topic of Twoey would no doubt come up.
After passing out the menu, Quickie looked up. "So, what brings you all the way out here?"
(Oh no am I gonna miss the reunion with Quickie and Mewtwo while I'm over in Kalos? D:)
(And yes. Yes you are. But, don't worry. It'll be preserved for posterity.)