[Well, shit. This is kind of like getting sent to the principal's office in elementary school, only a million times worse because she's actually done something wrong. Sheepish, she lets out all her Pokemon, who all seem a little confused, but no worse for the wear. Robin resumes her habitual post on Paprika's shoulder and instantly begins to sift through her hair with her beak, preening. Still looking guiltily at N, Paprika reaches a finger up to stroke the top of Robin's head, eliciting a satisfied peep.]

Uh. I guess I can't just be like, "my bad" or whatever.