Heath admitted that he felt a little guilty, but the main reason was that the reward his Golden Finger had given him always left him feeling a little embarrassed. Last time, it had given him Dialga's Pressure Cooker; this time, it had given him Dialga's kitchen knife. Dialga was practically the legendary kitchenware of the Pokémon world!
Still, there did not seem to be anything wrong with that. After all, Dialga was the Legendary Pokémon of time, so things involving the laws of time were what Dialga had the most of.
And to a chef, time was practically life itself. Many dishes took time to prepare, especially very time-consuming ones like Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
So, in the Pokémon world, was there any Pokémon better suited than Dialga for cooking-no, for milking for benefits?
Heath thought not.
But precisely because Heath was holding Dialga's kitchen knife, he kept feeling as though a certain someone would set their sights on him. With that in mind, Heath planned to hurry back to his food truck, then find somewhere to hide and lie low. Otherwise...
"Hello there, boss!" came a voice through gritted teeth. Heath went rigid. He had not even made it back to his food truck yet! How had Dialga gotten here so quickly?
"Ahem... Um, sorry, my Ice-Seared Fresh Sea Bream Mountain is already sold out." Heath turned around with a stiff smile. Sure enough, behind him stood a grim-faced Dialga and Deoxys, who wore an amused smile. Those two had come so quickly.
Dialga glanced at the kitchen knife in Heath's hand, his expression so dark it could practically drip ink. Still, Dialga took several deep breaths, seemingly suppressing his anger. After a while, his expression looked considerably more normal, allowing Heath to breathe a sigh of relief.