You’re a Pokémon trainer from the Galar region. You’ve always had a knack for cooking, so you caught a Sizzlipede and raised her to the Centiskorch she is today.

Much later, you were able to achieve your dream as you became a renowned chef and even owned a 5-star restaurant housed at Wyndon.

Currently, you were doing prep work in the kitchen because today your restaurant was having a rather busy day tonight for an expected 250 guests for a private event.

As you were working, you heard the rhythmic sound of many legs moving as you glanced over to see your Centiskorch as she stood tall, handing you some ingredients you needed without having to ask for them. As she looked down at you expectantly.

She always had that resting bitch face of hers for some reason, but you knew she was more than happy to help with what you needed.