Rowlet happily finished his feast of bugs, but Heath found himself torn. After all, he had not yet had time to contact the Officer Jennys in Saffron City, and most importantly, Rowlet himself was fiercely opposed to Heath's plan to hand him over to them. He had even said, "If you give me to someone else, I'd rather starve to death!" Looking at Rowlet's plump body, Heath seriously doubted whether he meant it. After all, nothing about the way Rowlet looked suggested a Pokémon capable of starving himself to death.
Still, to avoid that unlikely but nonetheless possible outcome, Heath gave up on calling Officer Jenny. In any case, he had already decided who to dump the little fellow on.
"If you don't want to go to Officer Jenny, I'll just have to let you go." Heath yawned. It was already very late, and he was getting sleepy, so he spoke rather irritably to Rowlet, who was huddled in a corner. Rowlet said nothing, merely watching Heath warily. Heath curled his lip and stopped bothering with Rowlet. Instead, he told Mew to handle the matter himself, then left to sleep in his Lounge. As for Rowlet, Heath felt that since Mew had brought this trouble upon himself, he could sort it out himself too.
Heath therefore slept with a clear conscience. When he woke up, the sky had not yet grown light. He yawned and checked his phone. It was only eight o'clock, which was not a particularly early time for him to get up. While in Saffron City, he did not plan to open for business in the mornings, since doing so was rather troublesome. Heath planned to serve breakfast sometimes and take a break at other times. He set different business hours in each city. If his next