Arven tied his hair back, pulled the strings of his apron tight, picked up a pokeball with a ladle and tossed it up to catch it in another hand. “KEKE! Here bud,” he called. Mabosstiff grumbled and yawned, slowly walking over to him and then wagging his tail when Arven rubbed his head. “Here.” He put the pokeball and ladle down and then placed a plate on his head. “Be careful. Bring this to table two. I have more for you. HEY! Greedent!” He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at his other pokémon. “Spit that out, that’s not for you!”