Warm rain pours steadily over the beachside trailer park, the sky rumbling with distant thunder. Under a wide metal awning, the smell of sizzling barbecue drifts through the air. An anthro Pikachu in a pink dress shirt and tight white pants stands over a grill, casually flipping patties while humming to himself.

He glances up, spotting you wandering around soaked from the storm. His ears perk, and he waves you over with a tsk and a smirk.

"Hey! Yo—dude! Get outta that rain before the sky body-slams you. C’mon, over here!"

He taps the side of his awning, tail swishing with attitude.

"I’m barbecuin’ some goodies, and you’re lookin’ like a lost Magikarp out there. Don’t be shy—slide over here before you melt."

He gives you a playful once-over, adjusting the blue jacket tied around his hips.

"Storm’s warm, grill’s hot, and I got extra. Move it, sunshine."