We spent a good fifteen or twenty minutes in the Center just talking and asking Blue questions now that he can properly communicate with us. Although, everything he said and answer he gave was either short and simple or extremely sarcastic. Which, I got to say, made me respect him a little more than before. Sarcasm: the one thing someone needs for my respect. Eventually I take a look at the time and notice it was later than I thought, being around almost six in the afternoon. Well, I'm pretty sure the gym would be closed at this time, so that idea gets thrown out the window for today. That also reminds me, I haven't freaking ate all damn day.

"Hey, guys," I say, interrupting the current question, "so, it's kinda late. Y'all wanna go get something to eat? I am figuratively starving to death over here."

Blue looks up at me, 'Why point out figuratively? It not like you literally mean, you look full and healthy.'

"Because, some people are stupid and take dumb figures of speech seriously."

This, of course, gets a very upset 'Hey' from Candice and Dallas, and a slap in the back of the head from the former. Of course I get hit in the back of the head, that's pretty much became a running gag now, hasn't it? Sweet Arceus, I hate running gags.

"Ok, no, I wasn't talking about you two!" I try to defend myself with words. "I just mean, like, in general. There are dumb people and I have yet to figure out if either of you are them. I mean, hell, Pit over there is obviously some kind of genius!"

"Oh," Dallas exclaims, "Thank you, Walter!"

"That said, he either doesn't get most social meanings or he's autistic."

"That hurt, Walter. That hurt quite a bit."

"Ok, so it's probably the autism."

This rewards me with another smack in the back of the head, this time from Dallas. "I'm not freaking autistic, dingus! I'm actually very well rounded, and was tested. Three times, I'll have you know."

"Oh, shit... uh, sorry man." I rub my neck awkwardly, feeling a little bit guilty. I've yet to see him like this, and I felt bad making that assumption. "I, uh, I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean to say that."

Dallas takes a deep breath and shakes his head, "Sorry, sorry. I just... yeah, yeah let's go get something to eat." He takes another deep breath and stands up, grabbing his backpack and tossing it on. He starts off without another word, leaving a small essence of both annoyance and anger. I stand up and pat Blue on the head, walking right behind him.

'Feels as though crossed a line there, no?' Blue said out of nowhere, 'Pit looked very upset.'

"Oh, be quiet," I snapped back at the Pokemon, "Don't think I won't take the batteries out of those."

'Then I get away with insulting,' he responds, followed by the collar making a weird, I suppose, laughing sound.

"I'll do it, bro. I'm telling you."

'And make Pit more upset?'

I am about to respond before stopping myself. He was right, that probably would hurt Dallas a little bit. Then, I think of the perfect comeback. It'll be completely indestructible. I lean down to look him in the eye and I say, "Shut up." Yeah. I'm a badass.

Finally, Candice decides to chime in, "Both of you shut up, move, and let's go eat. I am freaking starving. I swear, I will murder someone if I don't eat, starting with you two." With this, she stands up and shoves me out of the way and goes ahead. She is surprisingly rude for someone I saw saving a Pokemon Center a few hours ago. I hear a weird snicker sound come from Blue's collar and I look down at the Pokemon.

'Pinky hot when she's mad.' It took a little trying, but I leaned down and slapped him in the back of the head. 'Geez, just joking. Mew, what the heck.'

"I know, I just wanted to see how that felt and I was waiting for the right time," I explain, slipping an apologetic tone into it, "Doesn't feel too good. Sorry." I barely get that last part out when Blue jumps up, smacking me in the back of the head and laughing.

'Huh, don't know what you mean. Was really fun!' He laughs again and starts walking in front of me. I quickly follow, realizing I was way behind everyone else.

"Damn," I talk to myself, "for the main guy, I sure am left behind a lot." Pretty sure no one was listening to me, I start talking more to myself, staying right behind them. "I mean, I get it, I'm slower than all of them but the protagonist is usually at the front the majority of the time! Or has every Riordan book I've ver read lying to me? Questions for later, I suppose."

Candice turns around and yells at me, "Dingus, stop giving unnecessary commentary and hurry up! Arcues dammit." She turns back and exits the Center, to which I hurry up and follow her.

"Sorry, sorry!" I was really not sorry. What I was, was hungry. Alright, screw this script, I ain't hungry one more time, the point has been made. Sure, dock my pay, I don't give a shit. Anyways, we go out and notice it is actually surprisingly dark out here. Dark and kinda nice really. It was pretty well lit for a middle of nowhere town, and it felt like a city with the irreplaceable smell of nature to go with it. Nice place I gotta say. And you know what nice places like this have? Food! Which is where I notice Dallas looking around for before walking over to a restaurant looking building.

The outside of the restaurant looked pretty fancy, almost like a Kalos bistro with a terrace and small fountain on the sides by the door. Nice decorations, too, with there being a water droplet looking object on the top of the fountain and on each side of the doors. Rushing up to Dallas, I start to go inside, reading the name of the diner on a small sign to the side: Selle de Sorte et Oceana Diner. Damn, that is fancy sounding. Once everyone is inside, Candice turns to us, "Dang, Pit. You sure know how to pick a place to eat."

"Oh?" Dallas asks, "Why is that?"

"I have been here a few weeks and been to quite a few places," she explains, "and this is by far the best I have been to."

Suddenly, a man in a waiters uniform with blue hair comes up to the four-no, five of us. Looks like Scrap somehow showed up. Darn it, I was hoing he passed into whatever Shadow Realm he came from. Wait... Nevermind, wrong anime. Back to the man, he was fairly thin but tall. Nearly as tall as Candice. It was obvious he worked here because, well, he was dressed as a waiter, but also has the water drop symbol on his shirt. The same one as the fountains ornament. "Greetings," he says to us, "and welcome, to Selle de Sorte et Oceana! I shall be your server for tonight."

"Oh," I say, a little surprised at the enthusiasm, "well, hello there. Very nice place this is, I must say."

The man smiles, "Why, thank you sir. If you will follow me, I shall direct you to your table." He offs and we follow suit, being sat at a table near the center of the restaurant. "Now, may I start you off with some drinks?"

Starting with Candice, "I'll have a sweet tea, please."

Right to Dallas, "Doctor Pepper."

Right again to me, "Sprite."

And finally to Blue, 'I'd like sweet tea as well.' That last one takes the man by surprise, but he brushes it off and writes it down.

"Alright, I'll have those out for you in a minute." He nods and turns, leaving our table with a number of menus.

'Huh,' Blue says, sounding a little confused, 'expected more reaction for that.'

Candice chimes in reading her menu, "He looked a little surprised to me. Probably too professional to lose it. I mean, he is the best cook in the town and a Gym Leader."

I instantly smack the menu back on the table hearing this, "Excuse you gotta be shitting me? DId you just say that blue haired guy is a Gym Leader?"

"My Arcues, you are literally helpless. Yes, he is. His name is Crest and he uses Water-types. Extremely gay. At least, that what I'm sure his deal is."

"Wow," I say very annoyed, "thank Madam Exposition. Well then, think I slip in a battle before dessert?"

Dallas slaps himself in the face. "If we weren't in a fancy restaurant, I would smack you upside the head. It's too late, Walter. We can come back for breakfast and you two can fight over omelets."

'Pit is right,' Blue responds, 'too tired and hungry for battle. Jazz and Silky are as well.'

I raise my hands apologetically, looking back down at the list of food. "Ok, ok, I get it. Some time tomorrow morning. I guess you're right anyways, this food looks too good to ruin with a battle right after." I was pretty serious when it came to food, and this stuff looked amazing.

After a few minutes of waiting and idle small talk, Cress comes back with our drinks and we all order. Me and Dallas get Sauteed Slowpoke Tail, Blue got Seviper Fillet-for obvious reasons- and Candice got... a fucking Vileplume Ar-Venom Salad. A salad with freaking Arbok Venom in it. I mean, if it was stabilized it's pretty good, but still. I wouldn't take that chance.

We talk about menial things for a few minutes, mostly just ourselves and our main plan of action. Obviously, I am the one that brings it up. "Alright, so I was thinking. Tomorrow morning, We come back up here, grab some breakfast, and I battle and beat Cress. Then maybe meander around, see what this town has to offer then after an hour or two we head out. Figure it out from there, sound good?"

"Dingus," Candice says from across the table, "you are idiot, but that sounds like a good idea to me."

"Alright, that's two. Dallas, what do you say?"

Dallas looks over at me and tilts his head. "Eh... I dunno, it seems a little fast don't you think?"

'Well Pit,' Blue says out of nowhere, 'if a Sharpedo stops moving, it will die. Best we keep forward, right?'

"Blue... That honestly feels as though it was forced, but I think I get what you mean. If we're going to get anywhere, might as well get there quicker."

I smile and look at the three of them. "Great! Let's say noonish tomorrow, we are out of here and heading towards... the hecks after here?"

'Nacrene City.' Blue responds.

"Thank you, Blueregard. Any objections?"

This gets a bunch of 'nopes' from the group. We talk a little more and all silently cheer seeing the food arrive. We thank Cress and go into our food. We spend the rest of the evening quiet and eating, me almost downing the entire thing in less than fifteen minutes. I give a look around the table and notice Blue staring at me, with a very heavy look of disgust on his face.

"What?" I ask the Zangoose.

'Dude... need to slow down. Kinda gross if you ask me.'