“Oh, in Arceus’s name...my shop! My poor little Poffin shop!”
The owner of the Hearthome Poffin House can only gape slack-jawed with horror as the blond demon across from her engages in one of his Forbidden Arts: cooking.
As Barry feverishly manhandles the poor Poffin machine with rapid, destructive stirring motions, batter splatters over the floor, spills freely onto the counter, and even drips sadly from the ceiling.
It’s food carnage. It’s disaster.
“Y’know, I really think I got it this time!” Barry declares excitedly as the abused blender wheezes to a relieved halt. The Poffin House owner peeps out the smallest no as the oblivious whirlwind Trainer proceeds to lift up the cooling pot of lukewarm Berry batter. “Now to do the batter flip, just like you d-”
Splat!
Time freezes for a second--maybe Dialga was watching over this mess with an equal sense of horror--and the owner slowly lifts the bowl of Barry’s charred batter off her head with barely-contained rage coursing through her weathered bones. Barry hurriedly roots through his bag, pulling out two dried Pecha fruits. He tries to offer up the winningest smile ever, even daring to reload the slimy machine: “My bad, let me try one more-”
“OUT!”
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[To: DAWN!] can you believe that she kicked me out??!!
[To: DAWN!] this wasn’t right, i was just learning!! >(
[To: DAWN!] SOMEONE is getting fined here. BIG TIME!
“Hey!” Barry protests grumpily as Monferno swats the Poketch out of his hand. Reaching into his Trainer’s bag, the fiery monkey lazily pops a few of Barry’s charred Poffins into his mouth, sighing contentedly. “At least someone appreciates fine cuisine...!” the blond grins, before shooting a pointed look at Staravia and Roselia, their food untouched. As if sensing Barry’s gaze, the two Pokemon turn up beak and flowers in disgust, a show of silent protest.
“Well, Dawn isn’t here right now to whip up some of her magical sweet Poffins, so excuuuuse me for trying!” the miffed trainer grouses, digging through his bag for another meal. “We’ll have to stop at a restaurant or some-huh?”
Whipping back around, it’s Barry’s turn to go slack-jawed--Roselia and Staravia can only hold each other and blink as a Munchlax happily bumbles into camp. With an unconcerned toothy smile, the new arrival scarfs down both Pokemon Poffin servings before him, pawing at the crumbs blissfully. Looking up, Munchlax waddles towards the blond as if to say compliments to the chef. Barry’s on the verge of happy tears.
“Finally!” he gushes dramatically, falling to his knees and looking Arceusward as Munchlax tries to eat his favorite green scarf. “Someone who understands me! Yup, I’ve decided that you’re definitely coming with us, little guy--I’ll cook all the food you’ll ever need personally!”
Monferno, Roselia, and Staravia exhale with relief as Barry makes a new foodie friend. They’re totally down with this.
