Sailor was making a cute little show of tucking his napkin under his chin when Temp finally noticed the other guy and...

"Woah! That's a cool cow!"

Temp had no idea who Zac Ramsay was, what Tapu Bulu was, or anything else for that matter. Comically, a large advertisement for Charja-Cola was right behind him showcasing Zac's smiling face.

When the first helping of pasta was served, the noodles were shaped like Zac and Tapu Bulu. Temp, somehow, didn't notice this either.

The pasta had been cooked in a mixture of water and Charja-Cola, so it would have the mild taste of Passho+ with each bite. The sauce was simple, garlic and butter. Little overcooked shrimp were curled up tightly on top.

Temp started to eat.

This wasn't a speed eating contest, just endurance, so he took his time.

"You're real tall, dude. Do you workout?"

"Hey, dude, hell yeah that counts!" He reached over the table to give Zac Ramsay the offer of a high five.

"I work at the gym down the beach! Slateport Burnout. Like, being outside and in nature is really rad... I usually do my workouts with my clients on the beach!" Plus, Temp just had a lot of respect for nature. He had grown up in Pacifidlog, after all. It was pretty much all nature out there in their cobbled together floating community.

The Smeargle got a wobbly forkful of pasta. He waved to Tapu Bulu as he chewed. Sailor was very friendly.

"It has! Makes it real busy but I like it! I love helping people with their health journey, bro!" The meaty slap would solidify their friendship. They were, like, best friends now. That was really all it took for Temp.

The salad was crunched down with gusto, as if he didn't even stop to taste it. Vegetables (and fruits) were his favorite, so only a few bits of dressing were left at the bottom before he went back to his pasta.

Sailor ate the last shrimp and another bowl of pasta was brought out. This one in a spicy Adult flavored sauce.

"I'm there five days a week! My off days are Sunday and Monday. You should sign up, dude! Just as for 'Temp'!"

Zac Ramsay

"Oh dude, no idea. I just signed up for the free grub!" A small laugh left him as he crammed in another forkful of pasta. It had a good kick!

"You know what the prize for this is anyway, dude?" Since they were technically have a contest and all.

Zac Ramsay

At this, Temp gave pause.

His thoughts strayed to Cillian Quinn.

"For one or two people?"

There was a new fire in his eyes, particularly at the possibility of it being for two people. His friend really needed to relax.

Sailor paused in his eating before sighing and shaking his head. He reached over to tap one of Temp's pokeballs, calling out a pudgy and young looking Riolu. It started to shovel food in it's mouth with a Metal Claw to avoid the heat.

"Do you have to take all three?" Did he know another person? Maybe Lulu Flint... but that would be kind of weird. Plus he was pretty sure the Head Scientist wanted to gut him sometimes.

When Skipper was about to have his food taken, he gasped in offense and stoop up on the table and BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK in the bull's face. A Force Palm was used in an effort to push it away from his food.