Heath admitted he was worried. Perhaps that was precisely why he had been a little restless during his movie date. After all, although running a little rotating hot pot was very simple, Farfetch'd had absolutely no experience and was a Pokémon besides. If something went wrong, paying compensation would be a minor matter, but if it crushed Farfetch'd's confidence and left him afraid to try handling things on his own again, that would be real trouble.
After all, once confidence was destroyed, rebuilding it was as difficult as piecing together a shattered pane of glass.
But when Heath returned to the Food Truck, some customers happened to be coming out with smiles on their faces. He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight. It seemed nothing had gone wrong. He quickly pushed open the door and went inside, where he saw that there were still plenty of customers, and Zoroark was enthusiastically attending to them.
"Welcome. Huh? Trainer!" Zoroark bounded over happily. Fortunately, the other customers hadn't heard that last word, or they might have thought it was some strange kind of role-play. After all, there had been similar news before, about someone dressing up as a Pokémon and having someone else lead them around on a leash while calling that person their Trainer. It certainly counted as baffling behavior in the Pokémon world.
"How did things go? Any problems?" Heath went into the kitchen, put on Dialga's Apron, then looked at Zoroark and asked. From what he could see, there didn't seem to be many problems, but since he hadn't been there earlier, it was best to ask now.
"No problems. Onion wasn't quite used to it at first, but after restocking the dishes a few times, he got the hang of it. Some customers also told Onion