#gravemindscafe

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Gravemind @ Gen

"Fancy seein you here, lil' dude." [The Dewott adjusted a black cowboy hat they'd brought.] "Anything I can help you with? I can get'cha and your friends some face paint, if you want."

"H-hi!" Gen says, waving up at the Dewott. "Um...I th-think I'll pass on the f-face paint, but if y-you could get me a-any recipes that'd b-be great!"

He did not want to know what the sensation of face paint against his fur would feel like.

"Ooooh, I'd like some face paint!" Saltriv said, trotting over as they waved their leaf.

[ask-team-searchlights]

Gravemind @ Gen

"By the way, kid; What kinda stuff are you into? Your cooking utensils up to date?"

"I got some spare money laying around," [The Dewott locks their hands behind their head casually.] "And I can't just give you a cool scarf, you've already got one."

"I...I don't r-remember a lot o-of what I d-do. C-cooking's the only thing I kn-know I like," Gen lied. He liked lots of things. Playing video games, stargazing in the clearing in Ilex Forest, watching Pokemon battles on TV, just watching TV in general, and lots more.

But he couldn't say that, not without people finding out he's a liar and hating him.

"M-my utensils a-are up to date, th-though! A good ch-chef always k-keeps their e-equipment sanitary!" Gen said. "I...I'm g-good with what I have."

No amount of money could buy away his secrets, or make him human again, or send him back home.