Mirian
```WISTERWOOD TAVERN - BEGIN```

It was 4pm, and mostly everyone had better places to be. But not Mallow. Mallow was here, in the wisterwood tavern, and she was playing with a screw she had pulled from one of the seats. Seated in the very middle of the place, she tapped it with her paw and watched it spin in a circle.
Margarett
Sitting up from her meal at the tavern, Anonymous prepared to leave the place. Her break was over, she had to get back to work. Of course, a sheriff like her was always observing the people around her, and the Skitty in the middle seemed rather... Out of place. It was obviously a kid, a young one at that, and there didn't seem to be any caretakers nearby or another seat occupied...

Taking a deep breath and adjusting her poncho, Anonymous walked up from behind Mallow, eventually walking just past her and turning to face her from the other end of the table, laying her left hand on it. With a kind voice you'd expect from an adult trying to do their job while accomodating a kid, she asked "Hey kiddo, got a guardian around here or someone watchin' ya?"
Mirian
Anonymous' presence made Mallow stop her Fun Screw Time- glancing up at the prickly sheriff. She let her wait a while for any kind of response, taking her time to examine the intricate patterning of her poncho before talking.

"My name is Mallow," She wasn't sure who Kiddo was, but it definitely wasn't *Her.* The Skitty couldn't help herself, and pushed her screw about again.

"Yes. He should be back soon. In November I think." Pretend it is September, and if not, pretend I said a different month that was also far away. Soon after, Mallow echoed Anonymous- mimicking her mannerisms as she moved her left paw forward.

"*Got a guardian around here or someone watching you.*" She failed to reflect the Cacturne's tone, and her voice was blunt and flat as a result.
Margarett
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, that's what her years in the force taught her. Lots of kids looked up to her, even though she wasn't that great with em. Even so, she was a hero of sorts in this town, so a lot of kids wanted to be like her. Of course, that's probably not what was happening here, but Anon was none the wiser.

"Uhhh-" Anonymous responded, caught off guard by the response. That was absurd. Was this kid messing with her? Was she being neglected? If there's *Another* Thing her years in the force taught her, it's that it's better to be safe than sorry, so she would take this seriously. "Right... Ah-" She sounded a little hesitant, not sure how to approach this, "And what's his name, huh? When d'ya last see 'em? Is he nice to you?"