"Huh? There's some for my Pokémon too?" Cynthia was a little stunned. She really hadn't expected Heath to make hot dogs for her Pokémon as well. She hadn't said a single word about her Pokémon earlier, yet Heath had remembered them. That surprised her and made her very happy. After all, to the vast majority of Trainers, their Pokémon were extremely important companions, even family, so Cynthia was genuinely happy that Heath had remembered and cared about her Pokémon.
"Hm? Aren't you a Champion? Of course you'd have Pokémon with you." Heath didn't know whether to laugh or cry, then brought the hot dogs to the table. Pokémon had huge appetites-Snorlax, for instance-but even Pokémon that weren't on Snorlax's level, like Charizard, actually ate quite a lot. That was why Heath had made so many hot dogs. Taking Cynthia's six Pokémon into account, he had made even more this time, enough to cover the entire table. Heath was now sitting beside his own Pokémon, calmly munching on his hot dog, and as Cynthia watched, a hint of tenderness entered her eyes.
Although the implementation of League policies, along with boys and girls setting off on journeys, meant that most people were very friendly toward Pokémon, people still often viewed their own Pokémon somewhat differently. They might make their Pokémon eat on the floor, for example, as though they were pets. Heath, however, had never done that. He always ate together with his Pokémon, which Cynthia really liked. And it wasn't simply a matter of eating together; he had prepared a different seat for each Pokémon. Snorlax had an enormous soft cushion, which made eating much easier, while Charizard had a special chair that allowed his tail to rest on the floor.
These details showed that Heath really put a great