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>Find a place that specifically serves Pokémon. The Tall Tale doesn't, and you have a sign requesting that no Pokémon be sent out in the restaurant. Scyther can get territorial. The bustle of customers keeps him calm, as he knows it's working hours, but you recall how he was a bit suspicious when Liam and Macy first showed up. Smelling a random Pokémon appearing in the middle of 'his' work environment is dangerous, so you don't let people do that.
There are a few good reasons to pick a place to eat at, whether it's about discovering new restaurants, socializing him, or getting him excited for tomorrow. Your first requirement is a place that's open late at night. Some quick searching reveals your ideal destination: The Bay Leaf. It's a place that sells Grass-type cuisine, mostly, focusing on healthy and affordable food. They use a lot of flavourings from live Pokémon, and have outdoor seating areas. Scyther loves eating it, so you'll let him have a nice treat before the hunt tomorrow. Some people let their partners go hungry so they're motivated to hunt. Scyther, however, seldom has motivation issues when hunting. The problem is him being overly enthusiastic and cleaving the meat apart.
As you enter a wide street, you see the outside of the restaurant. They have a lot more seating space than yours, but some customers have to be willing to take outdoor seating. Parasols keep the seats shielded from the sun in the daytime, and they've been folded up now that the sun is down. Every so often, vehicles head down the road, as diners enjoy their meals under the streetlights. The rest of the area is pretty busy, but quite a few places have closed for the night. It's mostly convenience stores and bars still open, and you notice that all the activity is centred around The Bay Leaf this weekend, radiating outwards to fill the street with life.
There are already Pokémon in sight. You see a table with Cutiefly and Bronzor floating around it, and a Girafarig with its legs folded up by a table, being fed spoonfuls of berry mash by its trainer. Scyther bristles, but you pat him on the back. You keep your hand right between his wings, feeling his cool shell quiver slightly. He'll behave. You'll make sure of it. Hopefully nothing flies right by his face, however, for that might be enough to activate his prey drive.
"Hi, table for?"
"Two, please," you say, examining the woman taking your order.
