While camping in the Obsidian Fieldlands, you start hearing scratching outside of your tent. You peek out and see a whole swarm of Paras and Parasect skittering about. One of the Paras walks up to you and speaks in a partial French accent.

Paras: “Bonjour, mon cheri. I would like to apologize for the rambunctious rabble of my acquaintances, but we’re trying to gather food so we can survive the harsh Winter. Do you, pray tell, have any food to spare?”