Sometimes Amelia was positive that friends were what made this whole Pokemon journey worth it in the end, especially as she spotted a campsite just as she needed one. Her Pokemon were weak, and she, alongside them, was exhausted. And there, was a camp, a rather familiar looking campsite as well.
As she gently knocked on the tent, just enough to make the flap flutter, a silent asking of permission, the flap was opened. Toris, as she'd suspected was inside, looking a little tired himself, with a Pikachu half cuddled up against his chest, the very Pokemon that Amelia was half positive she'd gifted to him as a Pichu, a baby Pokemon that at the time, she'd swore would show how deep their friendship was as well, how important they both meant to each other.
Just the fact that Pichu had likely evolved into Pikachu, a friendship based bond, now, just shown how not only deep Amelia and Toris's friendship was, but also how deep his friendship was with that very Pokemon.
"Ah, you want to make Curry." And up, Toris went, hair still mussed from sleep, and green eyes a little tired.
"Sure! We're hungry and tired too." Amelia admitted, stifling a yawn, "Those trainers outside are tough."
"They sure are." Toris readily agreed, having just been battling said trainers before he'd set up camp. Honestly, these days were harder than what he'd become used to, but that was to be expected on their way to the Championship Battle, this region's version of the Pokemon League.
"Yeah." Amelia sighed, adjusting the Pokemon that she hugged to her chest, a Togepi, that she'd more recently caught.
So, they went outside the tent to begin making a Spicy Curry, in the hopes to both warm them up and heal up them and their Pokemon before they continue on their journey. A perfect way to meet up with a friend, that maybe one day will have a new title, a title formed from their own relationship and the way it's grown.