The rest of Lysandre's day was spent on attempting to use his wings like actual hands, failing, and having frustrated outbursts due to how unused he was with his new body. That night, he tried to sleep in his usual position, but after an hour of trying to sleep, he settled on curling up like his Pyroar. In some way, Lysandre felt okay. After all, he did have a new body to adapt to and he didn't cough anymore, which was a bonus, and at least his best friend hadn't reacted with fear, but rather, with wonder, so there was that. Soon enough, Lysandre drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
The next morning, he woke up to his phone buzzing loudly. "Augustine, why are you ringing me THIS early in the morning?!" he said in shock. "Lysandre, I just thought that I could see your new form in person," Professor Sycamore replied from the other end of the phone. "Is that alright with you?" "Well," Lysandre hesitated for a moment, "I don't have anything planned for today, so I guess?" "Lovely! I'll see you then! Salut!" With that, Professor Sycamore hung up again. Typical. He ALWAYS did that, but what was Lysandre to do about it? He shrugged, made breakfast (to the best of his abilities), and waited until his friend arrived. At around 10:30 am, Professor Sycamore arrived at Lysandre's house, making his presence known with a "Bonjour!" After struggling with opening the door, Lysandre eventually let his friend in.
Stepping into the kitchen, Professor Sycamore stopped to look at the dragon that Lysandre had become a day prior and managed to stifle a gasp of wonder. "You weren't kidding. You really ARE a dragon!" With that, he took his phone out and took multiple pictures of Lysandre, much to his confusion. "So, can you breathe fire? Can you fly? Are you stuck like this forever? How fluffy are you?" These questions and more battered Lysandre relentlessly while his friend talked to no end. "Well, I guess I CAN breathe fire, so that's a start." he said awkwardly. "Perfect! Maybe I could teach you how to control your fire powers well." Professor Sycamore offered. How could Lysandre say "no" to that? He DESPERATELY wanted to know how to breathe fire properly to not burn his food to a crisp. If he could manage to do that, then he could potentially cook food at the right temperature at the right TIME. Lysandre nodded excitedly and felt eager to learn. "Tres bien! We could start here and just learn how to burn meat. Does that sound okay to you?" Professor Sycamore asked. "My kitchen? I don't know. It seems like a TERRIBLE place to practise fire-breathing, don't you think? I mean, I'm a living fire hazard! Do I want to burn my house down?" Lysandre fretted before his friend offered to start his fire-breathing lessons at his lab.
Once at the outdoor part of Professor Sycamore's lab, Lysandre spent an hour learning to control his fire powers and realising that no, breathing fire too hard is NOT good for roasting things you want to eat. Although he still had a lot to learn, he felt proud and accomplished of himself. Now if only he could be taught how to fly, figure out a way to shift back to a more human form, or get an explanation why all the cat Pokémon he and Professor Sycamore passed seemed to be interested in him. Those questions would be ignored for now. After his lesson, Lysandre went back home and practised what he had learned and managed to perfectly heat his dinner without messing up. This made him quite happy.