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The Pokemon were all watching in awe, and the waiter peered into the bowl just to make sure it had been cleaned. "It... really is empty. Amazing! I--I'll get the picture taker right now, just hold on!" And he rushed away, returning at lightning speeds with a huge looking, outdated, traditional...

People were taking videos.

"I-it's right on the way! It's... hard to carry two at once," The waiter said hastily, and just as he said this, indeed, the second curry bowl was incoming, though there was a worried look on the carrier as he seemed to be looking for a place to set it without bumping into other bowls. The other...

And finally, a new, heaping bowl of curry arrived, just as rich and filled with extra bits and treats as Nate's was, only greater, more, truly a staple of excess and a flourishing civilization. It was set down on the table with a light thunk, and Starr was left to her new challenge. The steam...

Soon, their food arrived, starting first with Nate's smaller meal. It seemed that the curry for Starr was made fresh to order, but she was assured that it would be coming next. The soda visibly bubbled in Rocky's head any time he took a drink, giving a sensation not unlike gas-infused crystal...

After placing their orders, Starr, Nate, and Rocky were left to their own devices for a time, the waiter only briefly returning to ask if they wanted any drinks. They were given water at the start. Occasionally, Starr, Nate, and Rocky might catch some buzzing from the other patrons between more...

There were indeed other kinds of foods for Nate to order. It seemed to have a bit of a theme with spice and curries, but there were more modest options, too. Smaller bowls; curry with cheese; curry with seafood; curry with vegetables. All of it with rice, of course. There were also dumplings...

Hushed whispers had already been echoing throughout the restaurant when Starr had entered. She was a world celebrity, after all, and not without good reason. They also knew not to pester her, though. So when a Drizzile who looked to be no older than his late teens approached Starr with a menu...

"Er... take care..." the waiter waved, tilting his head. "...They're an odd bunch..." He decided to clean up, left with a lingering feeling of unease as Bahamut disappeared down the road. <><><>

"Well... Yes, I think I remember that. Though, isn't she...? Well--according to rumors, at least..." The waiter, a Machoke, glanced away.

The waiter shrugged nervously.

"I've... never really met someone who would eat in that way before," commented the waiter, who nodded along. Per the rules, Bahamut wouldn't have to pay for it, but...

...Very well, he said. I will do what I can to inform them about my origins, but you should not communicate about it on those badges. After all, they likely have access to those communications, unlike here. As for the rest... Yes. I shall leave it to you and a few others. I imagine several of...

Bahamut would hear Diyem sighing, perhaps partly in annoyance, but largely in defeat. I know, he said. I intend to go as fast as I can, and reveal it all when I must. I will at least tell you what I don't know, he said. I do not know where these Shades are coming from, nor this Darkwhite, nor...

That part I have still told you the truth... Not the entire truth. I unfortunately... That is something that I am building toward. But know this: the Shades, and everything to do with it... I did not foresee this. I thought this would be something else entirely. I thought the first crisis I sent...

Diyem growled. I can sense negative thoughts, including doubt. I did not make up the Hero's Aura. Why would I cover myself with such a nebulous term? It's simply a phenomena that I myself do not even fully understand. How dare you undermine my intelligence so far. I was trying to be honest about...

Hmph. He supposed getting down to business would be what Bahamut would have preferred to begin with. He really wished that Radiance would have brightened his personality a little more, too. Then again, he supposed that would be the pot calling the kettle void. You've already deduced that I am...

Diyem was there. Someone as tuned with Psychic energy would be able to feel the mental presence of him practically peering over their shoulders. The Charizard grumbled. It's simple, he said. I feared that your unstable bodies would reject it outright. But... I was wrong. Perhaps your spirits...

"...Krriih?" It was technically one chirp. "I guess it's named Squiggly now," Owen said. The fatigue was starting to settle in, but he didn't let it show. "Let's head back for now... Maybe we can put him in your secret room or something, Dave." His flame was a little dim from tiredness, but...

The Shade paused, but eventually replied with two chirps. Owen perked up, hiding his beaming when Dave agreed, though he also recognized that reluctance. Dave didn't seem like the sort who would be as interested in taking on an obligation like this, but... "Well, if Dave ever wants to get out...