Captive to Good Food

Transformation took a heavy mental toll on Porygon.

Baimu kept that in mind. He had noticed that unless a Pokémon could change itself at the genetic level, like Ditto or Mew, abilities that drastically altered its body seemed to put considerable strain on its mind.

The same was true of Chansey's Minimize.

It could shrink from over a meter tall to the size of a palm in an instant, but staying that way even a little too long left it dizzy and weak all over.

So unless the situation called for it, Baimu generally didn't let Chansey stay small for long. He only had it use Minimize to dodge moves with a limited area of effect.

"...It's getting late. Let's eat."

He glanced at his watch and announced it to the two Pokémon.

"Lucky!"

Chansey smiled and waved a little hand in agreement. Seeing Porygon's blank, confused stare, Chansey tried to explain. "Lucky~ lucky!"

Unfortunately, Porygon still didn't understand.

Delicious? What did delicious mean? Its database had a definition for the word, but Porygon struggled to grasp a sensation it had never experienced.

Chansey was stumped too. With so few words at its disposal, it had no idea how to describe Baimu's cooking and grew anxious.

"Lucky! Lucky—"

"Delicious means a sensation that makes you feel happy," Baimu said. Unable to watch any longer, he rested a hand on Chansey's head to calm it, then asked Porygon, "How did you feel when you drank that juice?"

When it drank the juice...

Porygon recalled what had happened and realized that when the juice flowed into its body, it had naturally felt something remarkably complex.

The sensation was entirely new, but it hadn't been unpleasant.

Seeing Porygon lost in memory, Baimu said, "Remember that feeling. Food that's delicious enough can make it