"Today we're having crab roe buns, made with Purple Crab roe. They taste pretty good." Smiling, Heath brought over a large platter of buns for Ralts and his Pokémon. Charizard was staring at Heath in disbelief, clearly never having expected Heath to bring the dead Ralts back to life. Snorlax, however, hadn't thought that much about it. He was happily playing with Ralts, and Heath smiled as he watched. Little Ralts really was popular, like everyone's darling.
But little Ralts really was adorable, as well as well-behaved and considerate. Heath thought it was only natural that Ralts had won the affection of all his Pokémon.
"Wow, Purple Crab roe buns! Is today some special holiday?" Zoroark said in an exaggerated tone. Heath's mouth twitched. She had been laughing the happiest just moments ago, and now she was deliberately clowning around. Heath found it a little funny, but he left her alone. After all, Zoroark had been very upset earlier, and Heath himself was quite happy to have resolved the problem so quickly.
"Just eat. We'll be opening for customers soon." Heath flicked Zoroark on the forehead, then opened his phone to check the news. Today, the Officer Jennys had finally released a statement debunking Vermilion City's urban legend. Heath had to admit that this was a relief. Once the story in Vermilion City was cleared up, his business could recover. It looked as though business would be pretty good today. Before he headed to his usual spot to open up, though, Heath had something else to take care of.
The food truck came to a stop just then. Heath stood up and looked through the window beside him, spotting the shop's open door. He hurried out with a few buns. Zoroark gave Heath a curious glance, but chose to stay