Pawmot was eating half of Nemona’s sandwich that she broke off for him in the courtyard. She was snug on the bench, and her phone hovered in front of her. “Rotom, can you message Arven and ask if he still has my straightener?” she mumbled, narrowing her eyes and furrowing her brows before looking down at Pawmot. “If you eat too fast you’ll get a bread lump! Unless you’re CHALLENGING ME?!” Pawmot started eating faster, and the trainer started racing her pokémon to see who’d win.