It was already very late when Heath woke up, so he was in no hurry to visit the market. By this time, the better ingredients had generally all been picked over, so Heath decided to buy a few things at the supermarket first, then check the market for any good ingredients that might have been overlooked.
The chances of that were slim, though. To a chef who knew their stuff, good ingredients stood out like a beacon in the dark. Unless Lavender Town had no chefs whatsoever, good ingredients usually wouldn't be left over.
Zoroark insisted on going with Heath. Unable to talk her out of it, he could only take her along. Fortunately, Zoroark had gained much better control over her illusions, which saved Heath quite a bit of trouble. It was just that the Betty she transformed into was a little too beautiful and inevitably drew some attention. Still, Heath had to admit that the envious, jealous, resentful looks from other people were tremendously satisfying.
Was this what made being someone with a fulfilling real life so enjoyable?
"Mr. Heath?" Hearing a familiar voice, Heath turned around and saw Miss Saya holding a book.
"Oh, Miss Saya. Good morning, Miss Saya." Heath greeted her cheerfully, but then realized it seemed to be noon rather than morning, so he hurriedly changed his greeting from good morning to good afternoon.
Miss Saya clearly wasn't very concerned about that, though. She looked rather worried. Seeing her expression, Heath couldn't help asking about it.
"It's that Poochyena from yesterday." Miss Saya sighed. Heath scratched his head. That Poochyena from yesterday? The little fellow who had a good chance of becoming a city Pokémon? Heath still remembered him quite clearly. After all, Pokémon that were so clever, well-behaved, and knew just what to