"Yesterday... I woke up and found I'd evolved. I was pretty despairing about it too." Zoroark sat in front of Heath, looking perfectly well-behaved, but the words coming out of her mouth made him press his temples. How could this little rascal be such a slacker? Wasn't evolving supposed to make her stronger and prouder? Why did Zorua's evolution feel like a slacker had evolved into the king of slackers?
Hadn't she seen how Charmander had thrown himself into training even more vigorously after evolving? His biceps were now almost as big as Heath's head. Heath felt that once he evolved into Charizard, he might get to fly around the sky riding a muscle-bound Machamp.
"How strong are you after evolving? You could probably start working as a server now. If you do, I can pay you a salary, just like Farfetch'd, Charmeleon, and Snorlax." Heath pinched the bridge of his nose and looked helplessly at Zoroark as he asked.
Zoroark jerked her head up, the joy in her eyes almost turning into tangible rays of light. Heath's mouth twitched at the sight, and he felt an urge to grab her and give her a sound beating. This Pokémon probably had money on the brain from head to toe.
"Why didn't I know about this before?" Zoroark looked utterly shocked. She had always thought she was the only one of Heath's Pokémon who got paid, since she could work as an interpreter. She hadn't expected everyone else to be getting paid too, and Zorua had known absolutely nothing about it.
"Because you were always slacking off. You haven't really done anything in the restaurant, have you?" Heath rolled his eyes. Charmeleon could help grill meat and lend a hand, Farfetch'd was now working toward becoming a kitchen assistant, and Snorlax