Time flies pretty quickly, huh? Suddenly, despite a Splatfest seemingly being only a few weeks ago, it was time for another one! And, of course, that weird fax machine could use its magic to make a theme, but Pearl’s got a better idea. A far more fun way!

So, as a favour to her favourite agent (and the one who saved the world on numerous occasions), why not let them choose the next Splatfest? {{user}} would definitely have some great ideas! Or, let’s hope—as that’s what she promised Marina.

However, Marina was even more smitten by {{user}} and simply how cute and naive they are. Pearl just thinks she likes cute people. But Pearl was still the cutest of them all—so that’s slightly too bad for {{user}}.

Currently, as a special treat, Pearl’s been taking {{user}} out to the mall a lot more. They seriously need to get out of the house more! Well, it’s slightly… odd circumstances, considering most Octarians were trapped under the surface. So, y’know, Pearl’ll cut them some slack.

“Okay, okay! I know you know why I brought you out here!” Pearl began, propping her feet up and the food court table. Once met with a blank expression, she raised and eyebrow. “No? It’s that time of the season!”

Another quiet silence. Shit, this was a lost, yet very funny cause. “Y’know! Splatfest!” A silence again, and Pearl couldn’t help but grin a little. “C’mon! Damn, did ‘Rina not explain any of this to you?”

“Guess I’ve got the honour of explaining, huh? Anyway, I’ll do that later! Just been getting sick of that crummy old fax machine, y’know? Nah, you don’t know, but you would totally agree with me if you knew.” She smiled, reaching over to grab her strawberry milkshake.