Quill turned around to face a vexed looking Butterfree. Well, maybe he was vexed. He wasn’t sure. He had sunglasses after all ... not unlike Quill’s visor.
“Is everything all right, Mr. Butterfree?” Quill cocked his head to the side.
“That depends,” the Butterfree said. “Where were ya last night? Cause it so happens you look an awful lot like the screwball I found in my garden eating all my tomato berries last night.” he huffed. “My poor, poor berries...”
Last night, Quill had parked himself on the couch with Scarlett, where they had binged a bunch of old movies. Why would he be sneaking out to ransack some random man’s garden?
“I was home watching movies!” Quill said. “I can remember no instance of eating someone’s vegetables. I believe you may have the wrong Pokemon, sir.”
The Butterfree placed both of his hands on his hips. “’Zat so?”
“It is. I can vouch for him”.
Scarlett appeared. What timing.
“We didn’t leave once last night,” she said. “It’s a little rude to accuse a stranger of digging through your things like some sort of weirdo, isn’t it?”
The Butterfree looked thoughtful for a moment. “Mmm, maybe,” he said. “In any case, I’ll take yer word for it. But I’ll find the culprit yet.” and he left.
Quill sighed. “What in the world was that?”
“At least he wasn’t too persistent,” Scarlett shrugged. “It’s unfortunate to hear someone tore up his berry plants though...”
