Pokéblock Specialty Store.
Baimu pushed open the door. Pokéblocks of every color were stacked neatly on the shelves, filling his view and that of the Dreepy siblings.
"Dree~"
"Dree!"
Dreepy Big Sister stared in wonder, her teal tail swishing back and forth. Dreepy Little Brother gazed longingly at the jars, clear drool spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Letting Pokémon into a Pokéblock shop was like letting starving mice into a granary with food scattered across the floor. If Dreepy Little Brother hadn't just been scolded, he would probably have vanished already.
Snap!
The sound of snapping fingers brought Dreepy Little Brother's attention back.
Baimu forcibly turned his little head. "We'll make some ourselves in a minute. Stop staring at theirs, okay?"
"Dree?"
Dreepy Little Brother tilted his head. He still had trouble fully understanding human speech, unlike his sister, who was gradually growing familiar with it.
It was also further proof that he wasn't as quick a learner as his sister.
Seeing his blank expression, Baimu took hold of his small triangular head and brought him over to the Berry blender. He pulled a variety of Berries from his bag, slicing some, juicing others, and dropping still others into the machine whole.
Unlike a portable Berry blender, the one in the specialty shop could hold more Berries and produce large quantities of Pokéblocks at once.
It could also make several recipes at the same time. A portable machine could make only one flavor per batch.
With the arrival of the internet age, many people were eager to share their Pokéblock recipes online. Recipes of every kind flourished, and everyone insisted theirs worked best.
Baimu was using a recipe from Lisia, his informal teacher. It produced Pokéblocks of fairly consistent quality: at least five out of every ten were