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“Sorry kid, you want me to do what? ”
“I said we’re going to help out at the BBQ the guild leaders are planning!”
Doing his best effort not to wake up the mons sleeping in the other tents, Loc tried to explain what he had gathered from the meeting, while Ares had been busy “Building the tent”. After getting a satisfactory grumble out of his ghostly partner, Loc continued.
“I’ll be cooking the meals, and you can serve the food to the people!”

Ares seemed to be getting less and less enthusiastic with very bit of news the riolu gave him.
“What? Helping others doesn’t interest you? Well I guess you don’t want to hear about the mission…”

Incentive for the riolu to continue came only in the form of the ghost sitting up a bit…
“Robin wants us to protect Sol and Flint…“
Only for him to slide right back down, chin cupped in his hand.
“…from locals and maybe even other Hunters.”
Loc now had his full attention, perfect.
“Not just that, we can also get revenge on the guy who’s hiring them, Rueben. Maybe some cactus thorns or putting some extra spicy Charti bombs in his dinner.”
“Kid, this just keeps getting better and better, when do we start?”
“Today”

“Let’s see…Salac berries…sugar…Shortbread…Oh! Nearly forgot the jam!”
An armful of ingredients clatters on a nearby table, and Loc heads back into the cellar.
“Alrighty! Pollen and cactus leaves in the brew kettle…And while that’s happening, I’ll make the juice!”
Taking out the hand juicer, Loc cut the berries in half and began juicing, while the tea began brewing.
All the while Ares had to deal with the most demeaning task he had ever thought he would have to do as a Hunter. Serving customers . He eventually found himself in front of a wandering petilil. Mustering the best smile he could, asked, “Hello little one, what would you like?” the mon looked at him with wide eyes questioningly. In a matter of seconds, the turned around and ran off, leaving the banette puzzled. Writing it off as a scared child, Ares went back -unfortunately- to work.

Hearing the door open behind him, Loc turned around, seeing the small grass type Pokémon gawking at the kitchen. “Uh, hey there! What do you need?” Grabbing the petilil’s attention, it walked over to the riolu, and where he was cooking. “Nice place isn’t it, eh? Can’t believe they got a place like this for a party!” Waving his arms at the walls and counters filled with pots, pans, and most of all, food. Loc paused waiting for a reaction out of his quiet new friend. The only answer he got, however, was a loud growl from what he assumed was the mon’s stomach. “Hungry huh? Let’s fix that!” And without even a second glance at his customer, Loc whizzed about, grabbing ingredients off of shelves and spices from racks. Not daring to move from her spot, the petilil kept herself rooted in the one spot as she watched him move about the room, soon settling on an open counter, just barely being able to use it with the help of a stool. The riolu began separating berries into 2 groups, then one group went into one machine, the other batch went into what the petilil had overheard being called a “berry squeezer”. After flipping on a switch and squeezing the juice out of some berries, Loc got out a couple of glasses and plates, and filled them with juice and odd food.

“Tada! Desert sweetcakes and Salac Juice! I think I’m getting pretty good at this!” Loc exclaimed before setting down a plate and glass before the Pokémon. Curious, and hungry to boot, the petilil bit into one of the sweetcakes. Then began scarfing down the whole plate. “Woah! Guess I did do well after all! By the way, if it’s too spicy, the drink should fix that with the sugar I sprinkled in.” Mouth full with sweetcakes and wondering why this mon was so kind to her, she swallowed her food, and, while sipping her drink asked, “How much?”

Still eating his food himself, Loc was confused by the question, until he realized she meant money. “Oh its fine, it’s for a party after all! Help yourself!” Soon after the meaning of these words sunk into the grass type, she drank the last sip of her juice, made a small bow and “Thanks”, and began to hurry herself out of the room. A startled “Hey wait!” stopped the petilil in her tracks. What? The food was free, she had said thank you. So what?

“What’s your name?”

“…Molly.”
Halfway out of the door she heard, “Cya Molly.”