"Quit stealing my pudding Touko!"

"Oh Zekrom the chocolaty goodness…."

"…..That was mine….."

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The petite café's warm interior was a pleasant contrast to the crisp autumn air. Couches lined the rust-colored walls of the bistro. The lingering aromas teas and freshly-baked pastries faintly tinged the air in the shop. Of course, Touko did not notice any of these wonderful details because she was too preoccupied drooling over the varieties of over-priced sandwiches that were on titillating display behind the counter. The brunette briskly strode over to the cashier and placed her order in the same dignity that an Olympic athlete would accept a gold metal. Cheren rolled his eyes at his friend's passion for something so simple as a sandwich, but he sighed and placed his order anyways. After a couple minutes of awkwardly shuffling through a line of well-dressed hipsters the pair finally sat down. Touko, being the picture of grace and beauty practically threw her backpack on the floor, flung herself into one of the chairs and promptly stuck both of her elbows on the table.

"So what did you order, Cherrie-kun?" Touko questioned leaning across the table.

Cheren groaned at the mention of that particular nickname. She had given it to him when she discovered his allergy to cherries and various other small fruits. "I'm just going to ignore that," He groaned. "I ordered a latte, you?" The boy asked cringing.

Touko flashed a delighted smile, "Well, I ordered soup, salad, a sandwich and some parfait."

Cheren blankly stared at the girl before him, "All that food?" He said flabbergasted. Cheren wondered where all that food went. He came to the conclusion that it somehow travels into her empty head. Cheren was quite amusing by his silly little mental picture of Touko's noggin holding a variety of sweets and candies.

Touko cheerfully nodded and gave him a thumbs up. "It's going to be amazing day full of deliciousness!"

Cheren began to nod in agreement until realization hit, "I said on the phone I was paying didn't I." Touko folded her fingers together to make a heart shaped sign and winked.

Cheren sighed, "This is the last time I'm ever going to attempt to be a gentleman. Of course you found a way to manipulate that to your own twisted desires."

" Darn right I did," She replied with a coy wink.

Cheren slumped back in his seat and pulled out his iPod. "This way, I don't have to listen to your incessant chatter." He said dangling the headphones in front of her face. The hungry girl stuck her pink tongue out in disapproval. Just as she was about to fire back as many sarcastic comments as she could muster, the food arrived at their table. Touko eyes seemed to glitter at the sight of the glorious array of cuisine made all more delicious by the fact that she wasn't paying. Cheren stirred his latte with disinterest while Touko slid off her leather jacket and dropped it on the floor. She was wearing her signature white-tank top that had more than a few grass and dirt stains and an open black flannel shirt. Her outfit was very reminiscent of her trainer outfit from her first journey across Unova. "Well her style certainly hasn't changed much." Cheren thought as he watched his companion happily take a massive bite out of her sandwich.

"Cheren, what are you looking at?" Touko asked with a mouth full of sandwich mush. "Touko, that's absolutely disgusting, remember your manners." Cheren said slightly disappointed that her behavior did not change at all over the years.

Touko swallowed the wad of food in her mouth and then spoke, "Yes mommy. I'm sworry, I won't lwet it happwen again."

Cheren was unmoved by this feeble mockery, "Good, the inside of your mouth is horrible."

Touko frowned, "You're no fun."

Cheren folded his arms across his chest, "You could say I'm comically serious."

Touko gritted her teeth," How dare he quote tropes at me! I was the one who told him about that website!" Touko sourly thought as she took a sip of water, "How dare he, with his stupid tight-ass jeans, v-neck t-shirt, and freakin' scarf! What, was he some kinda hipster!" Touko pondered as she bit down on her straw, averting his gaze. "Why did he even wear those stupid jegginns? What, did he have to broadcast his ass everywhere he went? Like, 'Oh hey, my ass is freakin fantastic and why don't you look at my crotch too!' " Touko stopped idly sipping her drink and instead stared at her fork, embarrassed by the thoughts that now flooded her mind. "Damn hormones…" She cursed under her breath.

The rest of lunch was spent either awkwardly staring at other people or making fun of each other's eating habits. Touko happily patted her stomach as she let out a contented sigh, "My stomach feels like a balloon filled with lead, but," she yawned, "it was worth it." Cheren sat there paying the bill and analyzing how he would get revenge on Touko for being a manipulative glutton. "Hey, Cheren, what's next?" Touko questioned leaning over to poke his shoulder.

Something in him snapped, he gazed up at her, taking a break from scribbling calculations in his mind. "You expect me to take you to other places after what you did?" Cheren exploded. He regained his composure and pushed his glasses up on his face, "Ahem, pardon?"

"Yeah well, it's boring here, wanna go to Nimbasa and like, do stuff?" Touko asked twirling her hair impatiently.

Cheren's jaw dropped, "The nerve of this girl! What does she think, I'm her personal servant?" He screamed in his mind.

Then, a wicked idea stuck, "Fine then, we can go," He started.

"Yes! This is going to be gr-"

Touko was cut off mid-squee as Cheren finished his thought, "if you can make this day up to me of course. It has to be equal in expense and overall 'awesomeness' as you would call it. On your honor, Touko; it would only be fair this way. "He said extending his hand, trying to contain the manipulative pleasure he had in his heart. He knew that Touko was many things including, having a strong sense of fairness. Granted, she would use her insane brand of logic to twist people's brains into submission, but it's the thought that counts right? Touko happily accepted the terms of his bizarre contract and shook his hand hastily.

"Alright let's go!" She said dragging him off once again.