Mr. Giovanni had still been a little boy back then, so naturally, he would not remember very much. Besides, crispy rice was a relatively uncommon food to begin with. These days, few people in the Pokémon League seemed to want to eat it anymore, and it seemed to have become a relic of the past. Still, Heath was certain there was an eighty percent chance that what Mr. Giovanni's mother had made was crispy rice. Even if it was not, it was something related to it, so Heath remained quite calm. He turned and began preparing a fresh serving of crispy rice for Mr. Giovanni to taste, so that Mr. Giovanni could judge whether it was what he wanted to eat.
"Crispy rice?" By then, Giovanni had already looked up what crispy rice looked like. He had to admit that, judging by the pictures online, it really did look quite similar to the delicious food in his memories. That gave Mr. Giovanni some hope. He very much looked forward to tasting a flavor from his childhood here, but he was not entirely certain. After all, crispy rice did not seem to have much to do with "delicious." Just reading the description, Giovanni could guess roughly what its texture would be like, and he figured it would not taste very good.
Still, Mr. Giovanni said nothing. He sat calmly, waiting to eat this unusual food. Beside him, Misty and Grandma Joelle had already finished their food, and the two were now planning to leave. Grandma Joelle glanced back at Giovanni. Though she was quite old, she was still healthy and in good physical shape, and her hearing had not declined much. Naturally, she had heard what Heath and Giovanni had said-or, more precisely, she had caught the key words.
"Crispy rice..."