Giratina left, drifting away like a cloud, arriving lightly and leaving just as lightly. But he still left something behind: a bottle of red wine.
Heath glanced at it. The bottle had never been opened and was still sealed, but unlike ordinary alcoholic drinks, this bottle of red wine had no information or labels on it, making him wonder whether it was even red wine. Heath thought Giratina might have made it himself. Still, Heath had smelled how wonderful the red wine Giratina drank was, so he put the bottle away. When he met a customer who liked red wine later on, he would consider whether to bring it out to serve them.
As far as Heath was concerned, Giratina had excellent taste. He was the master of the Distortion World, after all. Whether this stuff was safe to drink was another question, though. If one sip sent someone's soul straight into the afterlife, Heath would have a lot to answer for.
"Forget it. I'll check it with the Ingredient Identifier tomorrow and see." Heath shook his head and stopped dwelling on it. What he needed to do now was prepare the evening's ingredients and get ready to serve the evening's customers.
Since Dialga's Apron had now become Heath's Apron, Heath had canceled the evening barbecue discount promotion. That might mean relatively fewer customers, but it was no real problem.
After all, very few restaurants or barbecue stalls offered discounts for long. Usually, only newly opened places chose to offer discounts for a few days, or a month at most, to attract customers. Heath figured his barbecue stall was not in Lavender Town every day anyway, so it did not matter if he stopped offering discounts now.
Just as Heath called Farfetch'd out to help him cut up the ingredients,