"Why you're the strangest looking little thing in the world."

The little walking trash bag stared back at her as Alisaie looked at the Trubbish. "At least you don't smell. But what are you doing out here?"

Trubbish bobbled around a little, and pointed towards the building. "Did you want to go in there? I don't think they allow trash to go inside restaurants."

The Trubbish wilted a little, a growl echoing from deep inside. Alisaie sighed. "Hold on."

Minutes later, she returned with malasada and offered one to the Trubbish. "I guess I have a new pet," she remarked as the Trubbish munched on the food. "What to call you? I've used Angelo already... how about... Zell?"

Trubbish bobbled happily. "All right, Zell it is! C'mon Zell, let's go find someone we know. Hopefully the Warrior is here."