Baimu picked up the Crabominable's Claw and found himself thinking of the message bar at the bottom of a game screen.
[Crabominable's Claw ×1, GET!]
"Are we eating that for lunch?"
The Porygon Phone's voice broke his train of thought.
He looked surprised. "You want to eat it?"
The Porygon Phone was frank. "No. But according to what I found, the culinary world considers it a rare delicacy. Mr. Lokomoko's cookbook also has a classic recipe called 'Crab Roast.'"
The last part was the point.
Porygon2 knew full well that its trainer was a devoted follower of Lokomoko's cooking, determined to recreate every dish he had invented.
Surely its trainer couldn't resist that temptation.
Crab Roast?
He had seen the recipe.
Holding the enormous claw, Baimu hesitated.
To people in this world, Crabominable's claws, the excess flesh Veluza shed, and Slowpoke tails came from body parts that regenerated quickly, fell off on their own, or both. They were little different from Miltank milk, Blissey's Nutrient Eggs, or Tropius's bananas.
They all came from Pokémon. Why should one be any different from another?
So people felt none of the revulsion that eating a Pokémon's corpse would cause.
But as someone who had crossed over from another world, he struggled to accept it.
The habits ingrained in him during his previous life were too strong. To date, the only similar food he had tried was a strip shed by a Toedscool. It had the texture of jellyfish but was actually a kind of wood ear mushroom, and it tasted pretty good pickled in vinegar.
"...All right."
In the end, Baimu wasn't going to make a fuss.
It wasn't as if he had hunted Crabominable for its meat. The thing had come charging at him like a maniac. Throwing the claw