Heath carried the dishes out, looking a little odd, but said nothing. He calmly set the food on the table. It was about time for breakfast, though this breakfast was a little strange, since it had been made with Corphish meat. Frankly, though, once the shell had been removed, Heath felt it was much like an ordinary Boston lobster, without much difference. The meat was comparatively firmer, too. In his previous world, it would definitely have been the finest variety of lobster. Unfortunately, this was the Pokémon world.
Heath ate his noodles with chopsticks, while May beside him ate lemon lobster with rice. Heath had seen people eat rice for breakfast before, so he did not find that particularly strange. It was just that whenever he bit into the lobster meat in his noodles, his expression turned a little odd. To be honest, this was his first time eating Pokémon meat he had cooked himself, and he had even slaughtered it with his own hands. Still, there was really nothing wrong with how it tasted. In fact, it tasted even better, and Heath began to relax.
"How does it taste?" Heath asked May, who was sitting across from him. The seats beside Heath had always belonged to Zoroark and Kirlia. Both of them loved sticking close to him, and he was already used to it. Zoroark particularly liked sitting on his right; according to Zoroark, it was a matter of status. Kirlia preferred sitting on his left. According to her, sitting there let her hear Heath's heartbeat more clearly. Well...
That was a little scary, but fortunately, Kirlia was not a yandere, which saved Heath a lot of trouble. If Kirlia were a yandere, things would have been troublesome. Heath would have had to worry about his own safety.
"Master,