Chatting with the guild master

After a whole drunken brawl, courtesy to Mew and his God's brew, Mew left with Makarov, who wanted to have a little talk with Mew. Mew, not having given up yet on becoming massive, accepted. Following after Makarov, Mew ended up in a big office like room filled with stacks of papers. When Mew glanced at a few of them, the main subject on those papers were complaints.

"Ah, don't mind those. I use them as kindling for the fireplace."

Makarov said as he rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a big bag of candy.

"Here, have some."

Mew didn't decline as he was mad for candy. They always tasted delicious no matter which world he was in.

"Now let me ask you. Are you like Happy?"

[Munch, Munch, Nope. Munch Munch, Mew is Mew. And Mew is a Pokemon.]

"I see. I've never heard of a Pokemon before. Maybe the first guild master might have known."

Mew shrugged his little shoulders.

[I don't know? I guess not. I'm not from around here.]

Makarov looked in surprise at Mew. Then he laughed, loudly.

"Whahahaha, You must've had a pretty nice trip to get here then. Hearing you so easy going, I suppose there isn't any problem you being a member of Fairy Tail. You will fit in just fine."

Makarov said as he patted Mew on his little head.

[Then...! Can I learn your magic?]

Mew asked with hopefull eyes.

"No. You will cause mayhem if you learn it. That is if you even can learn it."

[Mou! You're mean. Of course I can learn it.]

Mew said, glaring at Makarov.

"Then how about this. I will show you only the smallest part of my magic. If you can learn it, it is yours. Don't get your hopes up."

Makarov replied, handing a small piece of paper to Mew.

Mew glanced at the content, seeing a lot of spell circles as well as gibberish he didn't understand. He could feel his head swirling as if he was high on some strange concoction.

"See, thought so."

Makarov said as he once again started to laugh when he saw literally steam rising from Mew's ears.

Not long later, Mew was lying face down on the small couch in the office, letting the cogs in his head, that didn't work that often, rest from all the overwork.

[Magic is hard...]

Mew muttered, wondering if he should even learn other kinds of powers.

He was even questioning if he was even able to use them at all.

[I never want to see such gibberish again... It hurts to read.]

Mew muttered again, as he decided to crash down on the couch for as long as it took for his poor little head to recover.

In the meantime, Makarov had once again returned to the guild hall, advicing the guildmembers and scolding them whenever necessary.