Purpose

The Guide Venonat beside them, however, was looking at it as if it were an idiot, with a deep, inexplicable sorrow hidden in its eyes.

...Sorrow your sister. This Venonat's about to get adopted, okay? What's there to be sad about?

The Prankster Venonat couldn't be bothered with the imbecile beside it.

Dian added some Berries to the soup, then tasted it.

Who still needed to buy seasonings these days? Berries could solve all your problems. There wasn't any flavor you couldn't get.

Even after staying in the Forest for several months, you might not have eaten every kind of Berry, and their flavors never repeated. No wonder wild Pokémon looked down on human flesh. What flavor did it have? It was all protein, with not a bit of nutrition.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

Dian took another sip, then glanced at the purple Venonat beside him. Why did he suddenly feel that these two were a little filthy? Would tossing them into the pot ruin his soup? And what if they carried some kind of virus?

He thought about it, then decided to keep drinking his soup. He would eat his fill first and deal with them afterward. Even if they didn't taste very good then, at least it wouldn't be a waste.

Dian took out three small bowls and ladled soup into them for the impatient Miss Misdreavus, the Hoppip that was tying up the two Venonat, and the Beedrill standing guard nearby.

"Come on, eat first. I'm going to have a little chat about life and Ideals with those two Venonat."

Dian first walked over to the Guide Venonat. "So, what flavor do you like? Salty? Sweet? Spicy?"

"Venonat?!"

The Guide Venonat froze, then immediately looked at Dian with Baby-Doll Eyes.

So it had misunderstood him all along. He