"Sorry, but I don't have any money to pay for sandwiches..." he apologized.
"Ah, is that so?" the Noivern said, expression dimming. "That's a shame. What brings you here, then?"
"Do you happen to have leafy greens? I do not ask as charity, of course. A service for a service. You can provide it after. If you need something taken care of, well. My blades are yours."
This Pawniard, though, they knew how to convince a dragon. The Noivern hummed, then said, "Consider it done, Pawniard. Service for a service. I'll provide food for your companions as well, for no additional charge."
"Sandwiches? Cheese, please! The cheesiest, hottest and awesomest sandwich you have, please! Mr Bat Dragon!"
"My name is not 'Mr. Bat Dragon'," the Noivern said with a huff. A puff of steam hissed from the mechanism on their tail. "I'll get you our Cheesiest, though."
"We do indeed!" the Noivern said. "What type of jelly would you like?"
“Blt if you can. With mayo.”
"Of course. Only the finest mayo, from Mr. Mayonnaise himself," the Noivern replied.
"Hi, hi! Hello! Hello there! I'd like a fresh lettuce and spinach sandwich, no sauce, but with oran berries on top, on rosemary infused bread. Or maybe Basil? Actually, rosemary AND basil."
"It will take some additional time to prepare special orders such as this, but I will be sure not to disappoint," the Noivern said. "You must be hungry. When was the last time you ate?"
"I would like a sandwich with olive oil, some cheese, a bit of lettuce, and a couple of pickles."
"Can do," the Noivern replied. "Which cheese would you like? If you have no preference, I recommend our specialty cheese blend. It's the boss' favorite."
"I... I guess I'll take a sandwich? Something without meat I guess, I'm not picky. But, I can't pay for it, cause I'm never the one in my party to carry the stuff, that's the trainer's job. Wait, why is a Pokémon running a shop? Isn't it illegal for a Pokémon to run a shop without human supervision?"
The Noivern tilted their head. "Humans? If that were the case, almost nobody would be able to run a shop. Where are you from, Treecko?"
"Humans are supposed to be practitioners of evil magic, whose artifacts can bring ruin to the entire underground, and have before, but I don't know how much of that are lies. How true is this?"
"I suppose 'evil magic' is one way of putting it. Humans are said to capable of granting wishes, I could see how one could use that for evil," the Noivern pondered aloud. "Though if I may be so bold as to ask, you say you're from underground? I suppose that'd explain why I've never seen your species before."