Heath stared speechlessly at Zorua. If Zorua had just transformed into a stunning beauty with fair skin and curves in all the right places, Heath might have expressed his respect. But faced with a Machamp with a killer figure giving him sultry looks, not throwing up was already the absolute limit of what he could manage.
"Huh? A Machamp face?" Seeing Zorua's blank expression, Heath shook his head helplessly. The little fellow probably had no idea just how shocking that appearance had been.
It could even have been described as terrifying.
After discovering that pestering him was useless, Zorua's eyes shifted as she thought of some other ways.
"Trainer, Trainer, can I work to earn money to buy novels?" Zorua looked at Heath expectantly. Heath froze for a moment. He really hadn't expected Zorua to say something like that.
"It's not out of the question, but there's nothing you can do right now." Heath looked at Zorua and rubbed his chin.
Zorua's ability was actually quite useful, but the problem was that it wasn't much use in a restaurant. Chopping vegetables, cooking, and helping with prep could all be left to Farfetch'd, while Charmander was in charge of lighting fires. About all Zorua could do right now was look cute.
Once the restaurant grew a little bigger, Heath figured he could have Zorua work part-time as a server.
"Please pay my translation fees!" Zorua transformed into a little girl with animal ears again, happily held out a soft, pale hand, and spoke to Heath with a beaming smile.
The corner of Heath's mouth twitched, but when he thought about it, Zorua's translating really had been a huge help. So, with a pained expression, Heath took a hundred League Coins from his wallet and handed them to Zorua.
"We'll settle up