The deeds have been done. Grimsley’s shampoo bottle had been filled with mayo and… was that milk? That’s definitely going to spoil by morning. Ethe was going to have to make sure to stay the hell away from the man for a while.
Like Caitlin requested, Marshal’s running shoes had been taken care of as well. The ghost-type had hurled them atop the league building. They… kind of smelled and she didn’t know where to put them. The maintenance team would probably wind up finding them next time they were on the roof.
With her mischief quota fulfilled, Ethe returned to her trainer’s side, only to a elicit a sigh from the woman as she returned her to her ball. As long as Shauntal didn’t actually see the pranks Ethe did, she didn’t know about them.