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The heartiest, healthiest foods were the main staple of the Poppin' Arms Guild. Fresh ingredients, the latest advancements of conjured meats and foodstuffs, and of course the usual, vibrant foods that you'd normally expect from a fancy restaurant. It seemed that along with having some of the best fighters, explorers, and rescuers in the world, Poppin' Arms also hired some of the best chefs.
The cafeteria itself was on the ground floor of the Guild, near the back and far past the main rooms. The idle buzzing of Pokemon filled the large room during mealtimes, several of them only vaguely recognizable to Team Spectrum. It seemed that Poppin' Arms was roughly a hundred strong, though they only knew a handful of the Guild prominently--mostly their elite of elites.
Chairs of all kinds lined the walls, which allowed anyone to pick the most suitable ones for the tables they had to sit in, as was customary. Far in the back were other tables and cafeteria workers dutifully serving out the days' meals. In the back, a Typhlosion and Machamp dutifully cooked as a master-class tag-team. Occasionally, they surveyed the tables from afar, glowing at any happy expressions they saw.
The Salamence in question grinned. "Well, I just wanted to meet our little world-savers, is all." He curled his tail around and sat without a seat by the main, white table. "Team building! And nothing builds a better bond than good food and a fun time, right?" His voice and tone was jolly, but there was an undercutting growl with every word he said. A little scary to anyone who didn't know him.
The cafeteria itself was on the ground floor of the Guild, near the back and far past the main rooms. The idle buzzing of Pokemon filled the large room during mealtimes, several of them only vaguely recognizable to Team Spectrum. It seemed that Poppin' Arms was roughly a hundred strong, though they only knew a handful of the Guild prominently--mostly their elite of elites.
Chairs of all kinds lined the walls, which allowed anyone to pick the most suitable ones for the tables they had to sit in, as was customary. Far in the back were other tables and cafeteria workers dutifully serving out the days' meals. In the back, a Typhlosion and Machamp dutifully cooked as a master-class tag-team. Occasionally, they surveyed the tables from afar, glowing at any happy expressions they saw.
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"I'm glad that some of you were able to make it to lunch," S'more commented, smiling. "I might not have put the invitations in the proper place--a bit short notice, more a proposal from Protein, actually..."
The Salamence in question grinned. "Well, I just wanted to meet our little world-savers, is all." He curled his tail around and sat without a seat by the main, white table. "Team building! And nothing builds a better bond than good food and a fun time, right?" His voice and tone was jolly, but there was an undercutting growl with every word he said. A little scary to anyone who didn't know him.