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Unnoticeably, Orzo eyed the boy and his strange birds carefully... yet his smile and demeanor remained utterly affable, without any hint of deception. If there was something on his mind beyond 'those birds look weird' it was impossible to tell just what. Yet all the same, with the knowledge...

"I am certain such a thing exists! Why if Flygonite exists here, then somewhere out there is a Milotite. I have often suspected almost anything exists in the the multitude of universes." Xavian tapped his finger on his chin. "Why I suppose there may even be a world where every pokemon has a...

"You... trained?" Clink gave him a baffled look, then shrugged it off. Perhaps that was just how their world was... "That is impressive." Orzo stared at her, puzzled by the question. He glanced at Chef Flygon. "Seafood? Fish. Does your world not have plain fish and other ocean creatures?" Chef...

"Magnificent!" Xavian declared as Gen placed the plate in front him. Chef Flygon followed behind, setting down another plate for everyone, with seafood and quiche. A nostalgic smile slipped across Xavian's face. "It smells just like classic Kalosian crepes..." He delicately cut a piece off...

"But a battle stimulates the appetite! Food after a battle tastes the best, if you ask me." He shrugged neutrally. "Although I suppose it's not for everyone either." "All kinds of keys!" Clink said casually. "I have a lot of keys I have just for fun that don't lead anywhere. I just like having...

"Nice to meet you," they said. "Guns?" Clink asked. Oh... They stared at Zack for a moment. "They're okay," they said neutrally, making a sort of shrugging motion. Not cruel, just confused. "I like keys better," they said simply. Xavian gave the flexing Pidgeot a puzzled glance but shrugged...

Clink gave him a momentary puzzled look at his slightly odd behaviour, but shrugged it off. "Hello to you as well! I don't think we've met, what's your names?" "It's a pleasure to be here!" If he'd noticed Seb's nervousness, he said nothing. Or perhaps he was too preoccupied. "I'm really...

In the midst of the various conversations, the doors to the Dragon's Maw swung open, revealing Xavian, flanked by Clink, who stuck close to him, and Orzo following behind. The host greeted him with a friendly wave, then guided him to a spot near the back, where the largest tables were. "Please...

"Well, I'd say you certainly have the skill for it," Chef Flygon said approvingly as he watched Gen work. "And the passion. How long have you been cooking for, young Gen?"

Chef Flygon nodded, her anger reflected in his own eyes. "When the time comes, use that anger," he said quietly. "Whoever is committing such evil will not escape justice." <><><><>

"Yes... I does seem possible they could be using the berries to dye something non-food related." A growl rumbled in his throat. "And if I find who or what would do this..." he muttered under his breath. He seemed to shake it off, and refocused on Victoria. "You and your trainer... that green...

Chef Flygon nodded, unfazed by her anger. If anything, he seemed to share it. "I'm not sure how much help it will be but making a dye for cakes and such is fairly simple. Usually the berries are smashed, simmered over a low heat and then rapidly chilled to bring out the color. Different parts of...

"Dangerously delicious, in the right claws!" he chuckled for a moment, but quickly grew serious. "If they are, its not in any way I'm aware of. And I'm afraid that outside of baking and cooking, I couldn't be sure if there was any other use for them. Between Brea and I we're the most...

Chef Flygon nodded. "I suppose they could yes. Those berries could make a variety of colors actually. Red, purples, pinks, grays, indigo and golds and yellows, primarily." He counted out the colors on his claws. "And to answer the other question, its fairly simple. Cooking is usually done on a...

"Mmmm. Topo, Drash, Ginema and Eggant." Chef Flygon flicked his tail side to side as mused out loud. "I recognize those. Leavanny said a few had been taken from orchards. Not very good for medicine. Sometime we cook with them but mainly we use them to bake. Can't fathom why anyone would feel the...

"Oh, the head chef?" asked a cheerful host by the entrance. "It would be my pleasure. One moment!" He vanished through a door behind the counter. A few moments later Chef Flygon emerged, wearing his usual hat. "Greetings," he said, dipping his head. "I heard you wish to know more about berries...

Latios seemed to muse a moment, as if trying to think of another way to help. He spoke to Umbreon privately, telepahtic voice thoughtful. "Tell your trainer... wherever the missing ones are, they are not anywhere we have found on the island. Nor on mainland. That is what I know so far." Still...

"It just means we're doing what we can," Latios reassured Novo. "But whoever or whatever is doing this is going to lengths to disguise themselves. I trust the other mythical pokemon I believe. At the very least Latias I trust, beyond a doubt. Manaphy is pure of heart and Victini... well they...

The waiter nodded, listening intently, and oddly enough almost seemed to understand every word Novo had said. Sorrow twisted his features as Novo continued, and his head hung low. And then he did the strangest thing. He let out a low, keening cry. A soft note, almost bird-like, but deeper. Not...

"I beg your pardon. This is not a show, I'm the chef," Flygon rumbled. "This is my restaurant." He seemed put off, or maybe disappointed by the question. The waiter smiled in a friendly way and held up his hands. "I get you," he said with a wink. "You're here about the rumors, right? About...