Arven stood at the edge of Casseroya Lake, narrowing his eyes to stare at the little islands in the middle. He was tempted to get there, but didn’t have any sort of ride pokémon and didn’t feel like getting a flying taxi. So he decided to roll up his sleeves and set up a camp, the picnic table in the perfect spot! He let out his Mabosstiff and Skwovet, then smiled at them. “You’re in for some treats, buddies. I think It’s time for a sandwich,” he exclaimed. Then he smirked and started.