"Heath! Is this right?" Ralts nervously showed him what she was holding. Heath looked at the chicken foot in her hand with a hint of surprise. Although he had just had the sudden idea of seeing whether the Psychic-type Ralts could handle deboning, he really had not been very confident. After all, Ralts had never tried this kind of work before, and although chicken feet looked simple enough, they were actually somewhat complicated and awkward to process. Even a worker needed some practice to become proficient at deboning them.
Yet Heath had never expected that, in Ralts's hands, these troublesome tasks would be like undressing one's lover on their wedding night...
Ahem. In any case, it came very naturally.
And she had stripped them completely clean, without a shred of meat or a tendon left on the bones. Heath was very pleased with what he saw. Ralts was highly efficient: that chicken foot had taken her just ten seconds. At this rate, making Mr. Giovanni a serving of boneless chicken feet should not take too long.
"Wonderful, that's exactly right. Ralts, does this take much out of you?" Heath praised Ralts, then looked at her with concern as he asked. After all, Ralts was a Pokémon who had only recently been revived, and Heath did not know whether doing this would have any adverse effects on her.
"Not at all! Heath, this is really easy!" Ralts loved Heath's concern for her. She greedily savored this rare warmth, an affection she had never experienced before but had found in Heath. It made her grow even more attached to him.
"That's good. Then, sorry for the trouble, but could you help me debone twenty-nine chicken feet like this?" Heath gently stroked Ralts's little head. He was very busy, and it would be