"Talk, boy. Which family sent a little bastard like you this time?" The old man stood calmly before Heath. The next moment, several more Pokémon emerged behind him: Tauros, Miltank, and even a Jynx. With that Arcanine as well, this old man was no pushover.
"Um, sorry, sir. I just wanted to visit the head chef here." Heath looked at the Pokémon around him. They had all but surrounded his food truck, and Tauros was impatiently stamping its hooves, looking somewhat angry.
Heath was not particularly worried about his food truck's safety. After all, under Pokémon League regulations, if Heath had done nothing illegal, other people could not simply attack him unless he agreed to a battle.
"Oh, so this time you've thought to make an excuse." The old man clearly did not believe him, and Jynx raised its hands. Heath glanced at Jynx. Psychic-type Pokémon were quite troublesome.
"Really, I'm a chef working with Auntie Officer Jenny Ye. I'm interested in edible quartz, so I wanted to learn how to cook it," Heath explained helplessly. Just what had happened at this nursing home?
At Heath's words, the old man narrowed his eyes. Then Jynx lit up the surroundings with a Flash, and the old man saw the pass at the front of Heath's food truck. It bore Officer Jenny Ye's signature and seal, and his expression instantly softened considerably.
Although those shameless bastards occasionally made excuses to try to get inside, not everyone knew that old Officer Jenny's name, much less her distinctive way of signing it or her highly recognizable handwriting.
"Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry. These old eyes of mine are failing me, and I didn't recognize it. Come on in. We can talk inside." The old man pulled open the iron gate and let Heath drive