Heath looked at the Mew before him, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Seriously, wasn't this supposed to be an extremely vigilant Pokémon? How come he had been watching from behind for ages, yet Mew still hadn't reacted and was still curiously watching Farfetch'd make Three-Not-Sticky?
Or did Three-Not-Sticky have some unique charm that attracted Psychic-type Pokémon? Heath thought he could look into that sometime.
"Farfetch'd, your Three-Not-Sticky is looking pretty good." After watching for a while, Heath couldn't help offering a comment. That comment made Farfetch'd's wing tremble, and the pan-tossing that had been so skillful a moment ago suddenly went wrong. The piping-hot Three-Not-Sticky traced an arc through the air, then landed on Mew's head.
Heath gaped, staring blankly at the scene. Farfetch'd's Three-Not-Sticky hadn't fully set yet, and the tremendous force had broken it apart. Egg-yellow liquid slowly trickled down Mew's head, making Mew look even more comical.
Mew scrambled to flee, but upon feeling the scorching heat overhead, couldn't help letting out a howl and lifting the Three-Not-Sticky off with psychic powers. Mew seemed about to fling it away, but upon seeing what it was, held back that impulse. Mew's figure blurred, and Heath knew Mew was about to use Teleport.
"Wait! Don't you want something delicious to eat?" Heath immediately reached out. This was Mew! What sort of good stuff would serving Mew once earn him? Heath was extremely curious.
Serving Legendary Pokémon always earned him some good stuff.
Upon hearing Heath's words, Mew visibly hesitated, but teleported away the very next moment anyway, leaving Heath utterly exasperated.
"Farfetch'd!" Farfetch'd looked reproachfully at Heath. If Heath hadn't suddenly spoken and startled him, Farfetch'd felt he couldn't possibly have failed.
"Your cooking's improved, Farfetch'd. Keep it up. I've got high hopes for you." Smiling, Heath rubbed