It was pleasant to see a familiar face. His grin went from ear to ear as he reached out and gave Memphis a firm pat on the shoulder in a way of greeting the grey haired man. While one hand remained occupied by grill tongs, the other left Memphis' shoulder and held a thumbs up to show that he was doing pretty well. His attention went back to the grill to make sure nothing got overly cooked, and soon his newest addition to his team, a Scolipede he'd named Koga, scuttled over to his side.

"I mean I did nab this big guy, he's pretty tough! And surprisingly fast for his size! I figured strong and fast deserved a strong and fast name, so I've decided to call him Koga."

Sven couldn't help but reach up and give the centipede-like pokemon a gentle stroke on the head. He remained affectionate with all of his pokemon, perhaps that's why they were so keen to follow his orders almost immediately. Once one of the hot dogs looked cooked enough, Sven picked it up with the tongs and tossed it in the air for the Scolipede to catch, which it did so immediately. Immediately with that offer, his pokemon began to pool around both Sven and the grill, to which he laughed and held a finger up as if instructing them to wait just a moment.

And as promised, he began to serve off the varied team one by one, even scolding his Fuecoco that tried to jump to the front of the line again for more. The downtrodden croc fumbled to the back of the line with a pout and waited for its second helping. As he waited for more to cook, his attention went to Memphis once more.

"Feel free to make yourself comfortable! I have a few chairs set out, pick whichever one calls to you and I'll get your food to you. Do you want anything special to drink?"

Sven used the tip of his shoe to prop open a nearby cooler that had a varied selection of sodas, bottles of water and juice, and even a few energy drinks. He didn't care much for alcohol so that seemed off the menu for the afternoon. But his guest was more than welcomed to help himself. While he waited, Sven readied their burgers and piled both of them rather high with a variety of toppings, making sure to place bacon immediately after the melted cheese so it stayed in place better.

"Give it a try and tell me how it is!"

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If there was one thing he took pride in, it was the fact he knew how to grill a decent burger. Garlic really helped bring out a particular flavor, at least in his opinion. With the cooking complete, Sven decided it best to let the grill cool down before he went anywhere near it to clean. The tongs were hung on a bar set beneath the grill, and he soon took his place in a nearby chair so he could have his own food.

"Don't be afraid to let your pokemon out! I think I made enough, and if not, I don't mind making more!"

Sven cracked open a can of soda and took a long swig of it. Nostrils flared as he tried not to let a belch escape from his throat, but the rumble that accompanied still came through. The blonde mumbled a quiet 'excuse me' before he bit into a hot dog. There was a slight crispiness to the frank and he couldn't help but give an appreciative 'mmm!' with the way the juices and condiments coalesced into an overall savory flavor.

"So Memphis, got any summer plans? I've been trying to work on some music to release, but my time's been pretty occupied by trying to get other work in. More importantly though: any fun discoveries?"

He couldn't help the way he leaned in as curiosity overcame him. As he remained distracted, his Fuecoco waddled up and bolstered itself onto the chair so it could steal the other half of Sven's hot dog. For a moment, he looked down and flashed the croc a look of betrayal before he nudged the creature off. The betrayal didn't linger for long because he adored the creature too much, and besides, he still had a burger to chow down on.

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He could only nod at both of Memphis' statements. While he could understand the anxiety that came from letting his entire team out to roam, there came a sense of trust to allow exactly that. Sven patted the top of his Fuecoco's head and it seemed to calm down immediately, almost as if it craved that affection. The researcher picked up his burger and took a bite, pleased to see that the flavors he'd tested with combined into a savory taste. If it weren't for the fact he was with company, he might have shed a tear at how proud he was with the end product. After he chewed it thoroughly enough, Sven swallowed the bite and soon offered his own insight to Memphis.

"Could I suggest something to you? You ever think of seeing if you could tag along on a ranger mission? I'm sure they go all sorts of places that offer exciting finds."

saskia volosenkova had shared plenty of stories about her adventures with him, and from the sounds of it, there were worthwhile discoveries out there to make. Abandoned temples likely had plenty of documents on long forgotten civilizations, books on rituals conducted to please deities in the past... There was plenty of history out there to be discovered, but he could imagine in the sense of museums, the criteria for discovering something worthwhile to put in was a lot more critical.

"My friend Saskia frequents places a lot, maybe I could see if she'd be open to having a plus one?"

What was the worst that could happen? That she said no? That seemed the most likely option. As he let the suggestion out in the air, Sven bit into his burger once more. This time he seemed a lot more open to sharing small bites with his Fuecoco.

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