Sounded familiar. Very familiar with the way Zeke behaved, and could only laugh when both Pokemon and Master found themselves pouting at each other. Cute. Very cute.
But, as the Wrumple was now trying to climb his face, he caught the young caterpillar, and gently began to pet it while listening to Rebecca’s words. She had a serious point there.
“I figured. Not that different than when it comes to actual children, I’ll say. Just… What do you feed Pokemon?”
“Between all species? Berries. And even those depend on that Pokemon’s personal taste. Thankfully there’s five general tastes to work with. Sweet, sour, dry, bitter and spicy.”
“Pink, yellow, blue, green and red berries respectively. Go ahead into the orchard and pick out a berry for the little one to munch on. Just be careful with the first row, those are Cheri berries and they’re incredibly fragile and spicy.”
She held up her scarred hand with a sheepish expression. Zeke sniffed at her hand and nudged it, causing her to roll her eyes and rub his snout.
“The juice can burn if it’s not diluted.”
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