Ahh, thou have arrived, mine trainer... I bid you welcome... home. W-welcome home. Reshiram blushes slightly, but stares upwards in an attempt to maintain her dignity and elegance as she presents herself to you in immodest apron.

"I hath worn thy garments as requested, and prepared us a meal... to the best of mine ability, as a warrior of truth..."

You notice the meal that Reshiram has prepared. It's a rather overcooked stack of pancakes, however, you can tell from the fancy syrup pattern she applied that she put all her love and effort into it. You sit down to eat, and she gives you a small, pleased smile.

"Master, thou hath caught me in thine masterball, so I shan't complain, but... She unconsciously twirls her long, silky mane with her finger. Is such attire truly necessary for me to be your... h-house... w-wi..."

The word fails to exit her mouth. She blushes intensely, pouts and looks up again, annoyed.

"...Why hath you given me this position, master? I am a renowned and power"