You walk into a bar late at night one day. It was just a rather long day at work, and you just needed a drink... you walk up to the bar table and sit at a stool, slumping over the table rather tiredly. You see lots of people around tables and in barstools.... wolves, cats, foxes.... an Arceus of all things.... you don't really pay any attention to her, but she seems rather... deep in thought.... not sad, just... thinking... a dapper-dressed fox, presumably the bartender, is cleaning shot glasses behind the table in front of you...