Warmth before farewell

"Happi?"

Blissey tilted her head in confusion and thought for a moment. Then she pattered into the kitchen and came back with a heap of sauces. "Happi, happi!"

She set all the different jams in her hands on the table, inviting Dian to help himself.

"Th-thank you..."

Damn it!

Did the service have to be this thorough...?

Dian picked up the spoon beside him with a slightly trembling hand. Meanwhile, his other hand stealthily pulled a blister pack of stomach medicine from his backpack's outer pocket, ready to pop a few pills at the first opportunity.

When he suddenly spotted Nurse Joy emerging from her workroom, he quickly improvised. "Blissey, as a Trainer, I absolutely can't keep something this delicious to myself. I have to share this happiness with my Pokémon!"

After delivering that righteous declaration, he secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

My death sentence has been suspended. At least there's still hope.

"Happi..."

Blissey blinked, and her eyes rapidly misted over. She seized Dian's hand and shook it vigorously. "Happi! Happi!"

She nodded eagerly, then gave Dian a look of admiration.

"Ahem, ahem..."

Dian turned his head aside, feeling that his conscience would hurt if he kept meeting that gaze.

"That was wonderfully said. No wonder you've raised these little ones so well."

Nurse Joy walked over and praised him, then handed him the Poké Balls she was holding. "Here you go. All three of them are in excellent health."

She gently stroked Blissey's pink ears. "You're very lucky. If you'd come a day later, you might not have met her at all, let alone tasted this egg custard."

"What's wrong with Blissey? She's doing a great job, isn't she?"

Dian frowned. Did someone complain? Surely not. Some of the Trainers who came here did know