Nova grabbed the ball with its tongue again. This time though, its eyes fell to Rally first. Its smile slipped as it seemed to try and get a read on the situation.

Rally furrowed his nose at the money offer. To him, it came off as condescending - to give someone money was to say that you didn't think they could go on without your help. Though he was sure the man didn't intend it that way, Rally couldn't help but take the offer as a message: "You are failing at this."

"I don't need the money," the man responded curtly. "I can handle this on my own; I'm not a kid."

THWAP! The ball was thrown right at the Psyduck's head again, this time with much more force.

And yep...it was taken in a way he didn't intend for it to be taken. It wasn't like he meant to offend the other by throwing around his money. Rather he wanted to pay for the damages his pokemon caused. But that was okay, not everyone liked the help so he didn't settle on it. And it was purely a business discussion he was trying to have, as he was worried that such a business had to have such a high cost for insurance that may not cover these types of things. "Hahaha sorry. I meant to offer to pay for the damages, but each there own." really, in a blink of an eye he smacked the ball away into a small bush of EGGNANT BERRIES.

"My your gastly loves to play games," Spyro reached into his pocket and threw out a pokeball, releasing a Simipour, a sweet whoopi goldburg style monkey that had a small wave to the ghostie. She of course chased the big ball around, and kicked it right back at the ghost. " I didn't intent to bother you with money speak. It's the business man in me, just trying to help, because being young is hard when you don't get advice from someone else"

"Well, don't worry about it. I got it all under control."

Too bad, Spyro. You were hot like fire, but Rally was as cold as ice. Nova, meanwhile, wasn't having an easier time; the Simipour's kick was surprisingly strong, so the ball smashed into Nova's face. The Pokemon flew back several feet and was left dazed.

Rally looked back to the man. "So, what else do you want? I can make some food, or show you the desert."

Which was as much as he could offer at the moment, sadly. As stated earlier, there were only two Pokemon in the entire Park. Entertainment was limited.

Cold was right, but luckily the old man wasn't the same version of hot and cold. Rather he had a nice ying yang of temperatures going on. He wasn't going to let things bother him, because he was cool like a cucumber. "I believe you! It's the dad in me!" he chuckled giving the back pack, a reaffirming pat. "I just like to make sure every gets an opportunity to show their worth, even if things go wrong,"  Spyro nodded and turned on his feet, "Well perhaps a desert would be good! Psyduck has a migraine now so maybe something like that will distract him, isn't that right buddy." he avoided using his pokemons names in public sometimes because he didn't want people to judge them all that much.

"Come on Simipour we're going for dessert, bring your ghost friend with you,"  he commented with a huge smile. "So...obviously you have glorious exhibit. But... what are your favorites? I love water pokemon. they remind me of home, like Bibareal. Soft and squishy. I have yet to find one though" he commented as they began to walk back towards the cafe area.

Food for Psyduck, Simipour and Spyro. He could manage that. He gathered everyone back to the elevator, tapped the panel with his keycard again, and they were swiftly lifted back up to the

To answer the man's question, "I like Dragons and Fire types. But I want Water types to fill the aquarium downstairs."

Which would be surprising, given the Ghost type floating beside them. Had they not been busy walking towards an outdoor patio section, maybe Nova might have said something. Or rather, repeat "Gastly" over and over again, with different inflections.

"What do you want to eat? I have ingredients to make anything."

Spyro gave Rally a small smirk because of his taste of pokemon. Strong, powerful pokemon that gave off the leader vibes. Normally people liked pokemon that made them feel good, and stuck with types that aligned with what they admire. For Spyro it was water type pokemon that had a tranquil nature about them and the air of mystery. Humans can't survive underwater and that was what was so magical about them. Sometimes they were so far out of reach no one could understand them, but Spyro could. They were like idols, beautiful to admire and listen to from a distance, and then liking to disappear into the seas.

"You know, in my travels I've learned alot about people from the pokemon that they have in their company. It's usually what they admire or desire. " Spyro paused finding himself a seat. "Dragons are powerful and beings of strength and wisedom. Almost everyone thinks their amazing." He spun his fingers as he set the psyduck down in the high chair.

"Fire types naturally are warm, and somewhat aggressive. But I'd think they are very welcoming and warm to people, even if the risk is high. Kind of a Flareon. Soft, warm, and cuddly." blue eyes scanned the cafe once more for the Gastly, because it liked pranks. "Mine is water. Water Type pokemon are so diverse.....and mysterious and are what ebb and flow are all about in life. Just...go with it. And disappear. But water is the source of all storms. Hurricanes and the like come from the ocean waters. So it can be cruel and unforgiving." he was looking too deep into it like a wise old man. "So what do you think? I feel you'd be a water type pokemon." Spyro gave a large smile, "Again opposites do attract...laws of nature I suppose."

Curious observations. In Rally's experience, most people would say that those who liked Dragon types were try-hard kids. Fire types were for hyperactive weirdos and pyromaniacs. Not that Rally paid attention to those people.

"I'm not really cuddly or welcoming," Rally lied. "But you do seem like a Water guy; you're cool, you go with the flow..."

You make others wet.

"You seem like you'd be pretty dangerous if you got pissed off."

The tone in his voice was clear: he was disaffected at best. Unfortunately for Rally, he wasn't picking up what Spyro was putting down. Not on purpose or anything, he just didn't recognize the flirting. He wasn't one to notice these things easily. If Spyro was going to have to try a little harder, like forcing a kiss or proposing marriage.

Finally, they reached the tables. "Do your Pokemon eat at the table, or in bowls on the floor? I'll make them something good either way."

It wasn't really that he was saying what they represent, rather what people wanted in a person. "Not quite who you are. It's traits you admire. So strong and warm. wither or not it's true, is just speculation. Honestly its just an old mans rambling." Spyro shrugged, "It's just...for fun." he looked at his pokemon. "Honestly it's whatever is easier. Simipour is a monkey so it's mostly going to the floor, and psyduck...is well a duck so he won't care either way." Spyro turned away from him for a moment, then grinned some more.

"Oh hardly. I'm pretty non-violent. I don't have time for conflict. I just live my life and don't care what people think. Preferably I like relaxing on the beach and spending time with people. The company of people really make me happy" the large fingers moved to play with his psyducks hair. "what do you do for fun. It looks like you enjoy cooking," the old man complimented trying to make a simple conversation.

What the hell are ducks and monkeys?

Nova and Rally moved to the little stand a few feet away from Spyro's seat. They'd be able to see the duo from the large, open take-out window at the front. The stove was placed underneath, so they could continue to make eye-contact with their guests.

"Oh, admiring?" he mumbled. "I guess I'd go for... Strong types. Confidence. People who don't start stupid fights. I guess you fit those."

For his guest, Rally decided to cook some pizza. He already had the dough out on a nearby table, when he was cooking something earlier. He pulled a box of salt from a shelf and began dumping the contents onto the dough. 

"Sometimes, people care too much about what others think. Like, they'll say I'm rude, or surly."

Throw in some green pepper and Pecha Berry juice...

"But I don't care. It's whatever. I'm guessing you're used to that, right? People talking about you? Last month Saturday Night Lairon had a whole skit, saying you banged Ricky Mankey and a bunch of guy groupies."

He didn't mean to fish for that compliment but hell, getting something genuine out this generation was HARD work. Like any curious man he watched as the dough was flopped, seasoned and filled with ingredients, mainly with awe. Spyro couldn't cook worth shit. He had to have everything premade for him by someone else because he was so bad at it. Either something burned, or it was completely raw. And most food is inedible at either extreme. "oh me? please. Confidence is something I learned when I thrusted into fame on a big stage. Then teaching myself how to run a company," commenting on his situation. "perhaps your right. Over confidence is likely what it is." he gave a breathy huff.

"Hardly rude. But perhaps it's because I don't know you very well. On top of that what is deemed rude is subjective to culture," clearly the man wasn't from here, so where he was from it may not have been rude. "Oh yeah that whole thing!" Spyro bursted out laughing like a lunatic. How that skit made him nearly piss himself because it was based on a half truth. "Well I definately did have sex with Ricky Mankey. It was fun. On my boat actually. There's plenty of pictures of him naked on my boat. Just like any tabloid it was short lived, and purely that. We haven't dated or anything. I felt like we didn't mesh well. Like Oil and water. Or zangoose and sevivper. "

How these stories made his day. It was true that he slept with the man but it wasn't anything special. They both drank on his boat at an after party and things happened. Then it was done. People ate that shit up because of his promiscuous nature in the past. He was so easy to make stories about, and even worse everyone looked for a controversy surrounding his label company and relationships with the stars. Luckily nothing ever backfired on him because he had limits unliked when he sued the very company he owned for the same thing. "and what do you think? Well I'm sure you've already seen all pictures online."

"Oil and water? I thought you said opposites attract."

Rally raised an eyebrow.

"Wait, those pictures were real?"

N-Not that he was looking at that sort of stuff. Anyway, he was out of tomatoes. Instead, he decided to substitute the sauce for some orange juice, since they were both fruits. The juice would be poured into a bowl and mixed in with a bit of syrup to make it thick enough for sauce.

"I don't really look for that sort of stuff," he ducking lied. "Are celebrities really that wild? The most I've done was meet a gu- girl in a Pokemon Center bedroom. The nurse caught us. I almost got kicked out of my home when the news got out to my parents."

Fun times, fun times. It was about two years before he met Nova. And speaking of Nova, the Pokemon opened its tongue and let some bits of meat and egg roll onto the dough. Once the base of the pizza was ready, Rally fired up the stove, put a plate on top, and slid the dough onto the middle of the plate.

Spyro saw right through the younger man, because lets face it, when your ass is almost as famous as your face, you get used to people staring at it. And why not? He didn't have shame connected to his body, rather it was something he'd grown accustom to and just knew the pictures existed. By the time they came out his managers couldn't stop them so he just went with the flow. "Oh shit...haha! your right I mean like sugar and water. Jeez that just left my brain." he stuck out his tongue cheekily as psyduck squirmed in his seat getting anxious. "Calm down he's making you a nice yummy pizza." speaking to it like it was a human child.

"Oh my boy. You can hardly fake an ass like that. Well if injectables you certainly can. But well. I'm in the flesh." the man flexed just to feed his own ego, because at the end of the day he knew what he was, a sex symbol. "Do you think they were real seeing me now," Spyro was past the pleasantries with Rally because truly, he was an open book. It wasn't like the whole region didn't know what he was doing all the time anyways. "You....nearly got kicked out for sleeping with a girl?!" once again, he burst out laughing like a Oranguru. "for girl?! See back in my day. You couldn't be gay. I think I might have been the only out boyband member at the time?"

The hate was real, he had rocks thrown at him. He had to hide his personal life for the beginning of his career until his lawsuit was released to the public and everyone knew. "at least people don't have to walk the streets being belittled as much anyone. I'm not being spit on if that counts. Well not in a hateful want," a playful wink propped up. And yes it may not have a truth about him, but that was only the beginning of how gays were treated, and he figured that the young man would know a tad bit about how gays were oppressed in the past. "parents shouldn't be kicking out cute gay boys like yourself for expressing themselves. It's sad," he figured the boy was gay...or leaned that way least because he sucked at covering his tracks.

"There's no modesty with me. Sorry Rally."

Okay, he had the dough, the batter, the meat, the pepper, the sauce. Now he needed cheese. Luckily, he had something already on the oven: rice pudding from earlier that morning. He ever-so-carefully pulled the layer of milk skin that had grown at the top, then cast it on top. Then, he pulled out some cheese slices from the fridge and dropped them on the pizza, to give the cheese a nice, yellowy color.

Rally froze for a moment. This guy really saw through him? How? Gaydar, right? Because there was no other way he'd be able to tell, Rally had been very careful with his wording this entire time. Aside from the daddy comment, but Spyro was at least an actual dad to a Psyduck.

"I'm not gay," he said curtly. He kept his eyes on the food, carefully avoiding Spyro's gaze. Can't forget the oil now. Luckily, he'd been deep-frying earlier. Rally pulled out a jar of oil from a cabinet under the sink. A gentle drizzle onto the pan would not only add flavor, but it would keep the dough from sticking to it.

So what was this? Blackmail? Was this guy here to extort him? Well, two can play at this game.

"If you're making a move, spit it out. Nova can watch the stove and we can take this to the pool."