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As Helena stepped away to place the orders, Henrietta's eyes fell on Zack once it was just the two of them.

"I-i am, I got my fourth ba-adge yesterday." When she looked at him it was without eye contact. She'd stare at his forehead, or his cheek, or his shoulder. Eye contact was clearly difficult for her.

The league challenge had helped the girl become more confident, but she was still a shy and introverted person at heart.

She wanted to ask him if he was two. It was a courtesy after all. But there was a more pressing question on her lips. "Hel, she k-keeps secrets sometimes for b-bad reasons. Has she told you about Jean-Pi-pierre?"

Robby Tobb didn't often work the front of a joint like this, but when you were a master who had taught the cooks, the next step was to let them prove they could do it right while overseeing everything. Truthfully he was only really in this region's branch for two reasons. Proper training for his new restaurant branch. And because the Redgraves were here.

Step one was done, and step two had just walked inside to order. "Helena." Robby said, grin splitting his face. Robby's Delights back home had taken off, and Unovan Delights in foreign regions were something of a hit too. The person who was supposed to be taking the orders watched Robby step from just off-camera to give Helena a big hug.

"'Sbeen awhile. Y'doin' kay?"

Henrietta counted each point off on her fingers, "he's a s-stalker, he has mind control p-powers, he wants to kidnap her, and he's L-lord Nostrad's personal bodyguard." It was all sensational and terrifying, but Henrietta had so far encountered a stampede of wild Pokemon that almost destroyed a town, and a terrorist attack by pirates on Shalour City. In both circumstances, Helena had charged right in. Incredible situations followed incredible people, the pink haired trainer figured.

"D-does that cover everything?"

Inside, Helena almost squealed at the sight of the chef himself. "Robby!" she practically jumped into him with the biggest hug she could manage. "I can't believe it's you!" Pulling herself back only a step, she'd look up at him. "I'm not hallucinating, right?"

Inside the mist, Reynard's silhouette became a whip of water snaking through the air in search of her opponent before disappearing. Salieri could hear the sounds of battle and her Vaporeon yapping, but she could barely see it. She rolled her eyes. So much for spectating. "Get outta there Rey, I can't see s**t!" Sal called over, cupping her hands over her mouth to help project her voice. She was still trying to keep her volume low.

Robin considered her academy classmates as family? That tracked with what she knew from Zack's history. Sal pondered a timeline where she had enrolled in a trainer's academy instead of public school. It would've put some much needed structure in her life. Of course, then she would've never had Gotengo, and would've never met Mia. Not that that mattered. It totally didn't matter. More to the point, she would've probably turned out to be a horrible rapper instead of a mic prodigy.

"Moze was an unknown that took the League by storm. A hurricane. He was the projected favorite to win during his year. I know people play up the accomplishments of their families, but his have receipts." Salieri talked Moze up, but not without warrant. She'd watched all his matches and the news on him feverishly. Every caster claimed his win was probable compared to his competition. His strength was palpable. Tellingly, according to Esme and Mia's database, all the known and suspected victims of the Darkhorse Hunters were taken out by single hunters. All except for Moze. It had taken three hunters and the boss herself to keep Moze out of the league.

"...but, ah, he didn't win. So now I have to." Salieri stared off into the mist. "I won't see another noble become champion." Normally, she'd say that type of thing with firm conviction. The night had taken its toll on her delivery.

Sal tilted her head at Robin, toying with a question she had that was, hopefully, harmless to the relations of her crew. "Do you know a Benedict Montgomery?"

Henrietta watched Zack as the conversation started to fall away. He wasn't as harsh or off-putting as Helena had made him out to be when she was venting, but she still felt nervous about making casual conversation.

Looking at Serene she'd smile softly and then look to Zack. "Can she have candy?" She'd produce a chocolate bar from her purse.

***

Helena spoke fluent Robby, and while some people might get lost in the thick drawl of the man combined with his deep voice, she had grown up with him.

"I'm kicking the leagues butt so far. I might have seven or eight badges by the end of the week."

Looking outside to Zack and Henrietta she'd add, "you have to come say hello. We want burgers, by the way. Three of them. And ice cream."

With a soft laugh closer to a giggle than anything else, Henrietta would unwrap half of the candy bar and then hand it to Serene. Turning her gaze to Zack she'd take a good look at him.

There was an uncanny resemblance between the two Redgrave siblings. It wouldn't take more than a casual glance to see that the two of them are related. Still, he wasn't as cute as his sister to Henrietta.

"Hel said you used to be a trainer, i-is this your first time in Kalos?"

On the one hand, Robby wanted to cook for his friends after so long. On the other, he wanted to spend time with them while they were here. And honestly, he could think of no one better to judge his newly trained cooks than the Redgraves... On the other hand, he could always give them a coupon to judge his trainees later.

"Y'g't't. Robby replied, and stretched. "D'n tell Zack. W'n' 't t'be a s'prise." And with a wink, the large fellow would move uncannily quickly to the kitchen. If Helena stayed and listened in, she'd hear Robby calling in near-flawless Kalosian with a near-flawless Kalosian accent and whipping his cooks into high gear.