I do my best to turn away from him and use my tails to even further accentuate the point that I have no more interest in anything he has to say or do. And I can have some reasonable assurance that he won’t do anything in this room. What with the giant sign on every wall saying using any pokemon attack in here will result in that person being fined for damages and banned from the restaurant and I highly doubt that he’d be the type to force the issue here with so many others who would be willing to step in. But he gets his food first, which means when we leave we’ll have to be on the lookout for if he wants to continue things after we leave as well.

But the rest of our wait passes by without issue. Maria passes the time striking up conversations with some of the other pokemon in the area, just making casual conversation and sharing stories of their favorite battles. Which reminds me that I really need to try and nag him into letting his pokemon experience more in life than just battle. It can’t be healthy for them. Michael just kind of sits there staring at his tiny little hands. Eventually, our food shows up. We take it gratefully, Maria choosing to use her psychic abilities to just hold all three bags rather than each trying to carry their own and we make for the exit, Maria waving to some of the ones she was talking to. And thankfully enough, no Lucario waiting just outside. Further, I don’t even really smell him anywhere close. Must have realized he struck out and went home or something.

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