"Motherf-fine, fine, fine, you win. I'll buy them for you, but not too many. Anything over a hundred League Coins is out of the question." Heath glowered at Zorua, wishing he could smack that horny fox's bottom raw.
Zorua nodded happily. A hundred League Coins should be enough to buy a few books. She had looked at Asura's books before, and they had all cost around twenty or thirty, not very expensive. That brightened her mood.
Zorua lay on her chair and began thinking about which books to buy later. Should she get "Dominating Machamp Mother Falls in Love with Me," or "Lickilicky and My Wonderful Days and Nights"?
It really was a question that deserved careful consideration. Zorua swished her tail in happy agony.
Heath looked at the delighted Zorua and shook his head helplessly. Thinking about it that way, Farfetch'd really was less trouble. Heath glanced at Farfetch'd, who was exercising, holding the pan's handle with both wings without letting go.
This was how Farfetch'd trained its strength and endurance, and Heath quite approved. Being a chef was not just about cooking skills, but physical stamina too.
Generally speaking, a chef's hands had the greatest muscular strength. Heath felt that if Farfetch'd wanted to accomplish anything in this field, its wings absolutely had to be strong, even stronger than that, or it would be worn out after cooking just a few dishes.
Just as Heath was about to give Farfetch'd some guidance on its posture while holding the pan, he heard a melodious birdcall from outside the food truck.
It was a lovely birdcall, full of lilting twists and turns, very pleasant to hear. A little curious, Heath poked his head out for a look, then saw a rainbow-colored Pokémon in the sky, beating its wings as it