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Nate clanked his bottle against Starr's glass, then downed the last of his beer, setting the empty bottle aside with a sigh. He settled back in his chair, trying to ignore the attention the other tables were still putting on the curry bowl winners, and said, "Well, what can I say? Guess we won't...

"I bet," Nate said, still grinning. "Must have been an experience, though, huh? Not something you could pull off as a human." At least he hoped not. Jesus. Rocky was accosting the photographer to get his own picture taken, still with all the rice and veggies and reddish sauce floating around in...

Nate smirked again and leaned as far as he could away from the table, doing everything he could to make sure he wasn't in the frame. "Big smile now," he said. "You've gotta make up the slack for Bahamut, right?"

Nate laughed, and Rocky sullenly shoved the last little bit of his curry into his mouth. "Yeah, I figure you gotta be feeling that," Nate said with a smile. "Impressive as shit. Lucky you're an incineroar, huh? Bet you wouldn't have had much luck as a human. Tack that one onto your list of...

"What?!" Rocky whirled back towards his bowl, staring at Starr in dismay. "But that's--that's not fair! Marshtomp was distracting me!" "I dunno if it was fair for you to challenge Starr in the first place, given that you don't even need to take time to, you know, chew or swallow or any of...

Nate caught what he thought was a gesture of assent from Starr--what he hoped was one, anyhow--and turned towards Rocky. He was thinking he might just blow the familiar's head off with a water gun, which always annoyed him, but faced with the spectacle of the familiar's "eating," Nate could only...

"Huh. I'm not gonna make you pick up every piece of rice you drop," Rocky said dismissively. His flames blazed tall and brilliant, and his shadowy body swirled unsettlingly with rice and sauce. There were only a couple soggy islands of curry left on the bottom of his huge bowl, and the familiar...

God, like they hadn't been getting too much attention already. Nate slid all the way down in his chair until his eyes were barely above the level of the table. He was probably safer from flying debris down here anyhow. This was fine. They were only here for another couple of weeks anyway. He...

The noises Rocky was making were truly horrendous. Nate tried to pretend he wasn't there--wasn't like he could distract himself with trying to talk to Starr, she was busy eating too, but whatever. This was obviously going to be over in a few minutes anyway. Then some kind of vegetable or...

"You're gonna lose!" Rocky said, grinning, and resumed shoveling curry into his mouth. Soon enough he abandoned his spoon and started going at it with his bare hands. "Rocky, for fuck's sake," Nate said. It wasn't like it mattered, really, whether the food went in Rocky's mouth or anywhere...

Rocky bounded excitedly in his seat as the waiter struggled to find a place to set his curry bowl. The pokémon barely managed to get out of the way before the familiar dug into his meal, shoveling rice and curry into his mouth without any need to chew. Nate looked hurriedly away--the sight of...

"Maybe," Nate said absently. It wasn't a bad idea, but he didn't know that his situation was like most of the other world-hoppers'. Seemed like most of them had got sent off to save the world or the universe or like two universes or whatever the fuck, not babysit some asshole. But it was hard...

"No, not that I know of. But I guess if a bunch of people were getting chucked into the past or the future or whatever, they wouldn't exactly be able to say much about it." Nate shook his head. "Who the fuck knows if it's time travel, anyhow. Don't know that I buy that humans just fucking...

"I guess," Nate said. "The only legends I've ever met in my world have been complete dicks, so I think I'd take my chance with Rocket, personally." He smirked bitterly before spearing another piece of fish. "Because of one of them that, yeah, some other worldjumping adventure. Or timejumping, I...

Nate's dinner showed up before everybody else's. Smelled damn delicious, too. He hesitated, uncertain. Was he supposed to wait for everybody else to get their stuff, or...? Eh, fuck it. Starr was probably going to scarf her curry down in like two seconds when it came, so he needed to eat fast...

"I will," Rocky said. He sighed loudly. "But I won't have anybody to see it with." God, not this shit again. The insane curry bowl couldn't show up fast enough; at least that would distract him. "So it's gonna be back to traveling around Johto for you soon, huh?" Nate said. "But I guess from...

Nate ordered a beer to go with his food, and Rocky took a soda as usual. Nate tried to ignore the pokémon that were still taking a blatant interest in their table but couldn't help hunching over in his seat a bit. He wished they could have gotten takeout. "Damn, really?" he asked Starr. "I...

"So? It doesn't say anything about a stomach on the sign." Rocky's eyes gleamed. "I'm gonna eat the whole thing! I bet I could eat two." "All right," Nate said with a laugh. "Think I'm gonna go for something normal-sized. Don't really want to feel like I could go for a swim in my dinner if I...

Nate's eyes started watering the moment Starr opened the door. Holy hell. People liked their spice around here. Starr said the team had come here before? He must have missed that one. Nate was sure he'd remember a place that made his eyes sting just from standing in the lobby. And he was doubly...