When Heath heard what Xing wanted, he was a little taken aback. But looking at the little girl gazing at him expectantly, he still took a pen from the cabinet and signed his name in the food magazine she handed him. Looking at the magazine, Heath could also confirm that this girl really was his fan. That was truly unexpected. He had originally thought she was curious about his cooking techniques or something, but it turned out she was a fan who wanted his autograph. She had even kept a magazine from several months ago. Heath took a look. It contained a food critic's review, with a title along the lines of "The Magical Chef from Kanto-Heath."
He had to admit, it was a little embarrassing. For some reason, people in the Pokémon world also enjoyed a peculiar pastime: coming up with nicknames, all sorts of nicknames that sounded utterly baffling. Take Elite Four member Lance, for instance. Heath knew that Lance had been given the strange nickname "Kanto's Tyrant Dragon." Who knew why such a nickname existed? But that was how nicknames worked. People simply liked giving others these strange names, so there was nothing to be done about it. Besides, this magazine was from ages ago. Heath couldn't exactly travel into the past, could he?
"Magical Chef... What kind of strange rumors are these?" Heath was a little bewildered. The little girl had bowed as soon as she got his autograph, then left in high spirits, leaving him utterly nonplussed. He had been thinking that the young cook would learn some cooking techniques or something from him, but it turned out all she wanted was his autograph.
"Sorry about that, Mr. Heath. Xing is a little... headlong." Norman smiled apologetically. That was just the sort of person Xing