The soft sizzle of the portable stove disrupted an otherwise silent night.

An aromatic smell permeated the cavern, tempting a young trainer to hurry inside and search for its source.

Arven raised his head at the sound of echoing footsteps, greeting his travelling companion with a small smile, “You didn’t have to gather any more ingredients.”

“But,” He shifted on his perch before the portable stove to alleviate some building pressure, while diligently monitoring the bacon strips that were stiffening on the grill, “…Thanks.”

Out of the corner of his peripheral, the professor’s son watched his partner—his human partner—join him by the fire; a certain gentle giant was sprawled on the ground by its trainer’s side, a weary guardian camouflaged by the cavern’s gloom.

Since the beginning of their expedition, backpacking around the region, Arven had taken it upon himself to ensure they’d at least enjoy three hearty meals a day.

After all, he’d finally found someone willing to help him save Mabosstiff and, fortunately, his sandwiches as tokens of gratitude seemed to be a big hit!

“They should be ready in a couple of minutes,” A subtle glance was cast towards the fresh watercress that had been foraged from the forest outside, as he added: “We could add these before the meat, if you want.”