“I can’t say that they taste anything like cinnamon rolls… maybe I should try making those next though!” Ranveer said thoughtfully before his attention was drawn to the wild pokemon by Lex’s warning. The sweet smell of the jalebi had also caught Francisco (the fuecoco)’s attention, so he was practically pressed up against Grandpa’s leg when the wild Nauwillian scatterbug decided it wanted a piece.
The old man took a couple of steps back so that the pokemon had room. At his direction, Francisco (the fuecoco) jumped to intercept the bug pokemon, and the two tumbled around for a few moments before the fire-type got the advantage. With his pokemon’s aid, Grandpa was able to softly toss one of his pokeballs at the wild regional scatterbug without having to worry too much about speed or aim.
Francisco stepped back when the pokemon beneath it disappeared, ready to launch himself again, but the pokeball clicked shut and his intervention wasn’t required. Ranveer crouched down to retrieve the newly filled pokeball and gave Francisco a small piece of jalebi while he was down there. “This isn’t particularly good for you, but you can have just a little bit.”
The fuecoco took his treat in his little hands, plopped back onto his butt, and happily munched away on the sweet snack.
Grandpa offered the same “spiral” he’d broken a piece off of to Lex, in case he wanted to offer a small piece to poppy or try a small sample himself without committing to a whole one. After raising howevermany kids, grandkids, and random strays Ranveer was aware that sometimes unfamiliar foods could be intimidating.
“I see you caught one in a Research Ball!” Grandpa said. “I caught one of these little fellows on my last trip out here, but other species of scatterbug evolve it to such a variety of beautiful patterns I am curious to see if it will be the same with these.”
