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"Good."

Dove smiled, slipping in behind him into the tavern stopping inside the doorway as he did. A quick glance around the restaurant immediately showed that she was soon to experience something new; she was sure she had never been in any restaurant so common.

"Will she be safe out here...?" she asked nervously, looking down to the small pokemon. "She doesn't fight...."

Quickly, she let her eyes flick to another passer-by, nodding her head just slightly.

After watching the passerby a few seconds longer, Dove settled with patting the top of Lovey's head. "Be good, you, and don't make them come get you," she gently warned, scruffing the eevee's neck. "Just stay here and get to know your new friend a bit better, okay?"

Lovey whined once, nuzzled at Dove's leg, then settled close to the building, wary of being without her trainer.

After an apologetic look--and an offering of a few pecha berries to the two pokemon-- Dove disappeared inside with Yuri.

Lovey tucked her head down into her paws, watching Dove disappear quietly. Once the trainer was out of sight, she closed her eyes and sighed a soft little eevee sigh, discontent with the idea of separation. At the growlithe's encouragement, Lovey flipped an ear his direction.

Dove, on the other hand, followed Yuri, eyes widened at the atmosphere. When the bartender called over to him, she smiled widely to him, taking a seat opposite the young man. "I take it you're a regular with them, then?"

Dove giggled quietly, then thanked the waitress politely for the menu. "Hey, I can relate," she smiled, opening the menu and laying it flat on the table. "I've got tons of places I eat where they know what I'll be having before I step inside the door."

Shoot, there she went again, slipping back into her rich habits. Where she came from, no one would bat an eyelash at her admittance to being VIP at certain places; she just hoped Yuri wouldn't read into her statement.

She gave a bashful smile, then looked down at the list of foods, almost grinning as she looked over the prices. She could see him now, his expression shifting just slightly; her lover would never set foot anywhere this inexpensive unless one, he was starving (in which case, he wouldn't care in the slightest), or two, she tugged him there herself.

"What do you recommend? Any signatures I should try out?"

Lovey rolled onto her back lazily, sighing again. With so much energy, the poor eevee didn't know what to do with herself in so much silence.

Lovey whined quietly, flopping over onto her belly instead. This wasn't fun! She missed playing with her trainer's boyfriend's pokemon, and all her other teammates. Laying around waiting for Dove to come back just made her lonely, even with Repede sitting next to her.

Dove blinked, pausing her scan through the menu. "Oh, ah... Yes, I guess you could say that." she answered timidly, hoping he wouldn't ask for more. He seemed laid back enough.

"Cake huh? I wish I could, but..." Dove couldn't indulge, even on a vacation. Already, she and Lovey had splurged at the ice cream bar on the ship on the way over to the region. Her personal fitness trainer wouldn't be very happy with her if she gained much weight...

"Maybe I should just stick with a salad."

Dove sighed in relief when the waitress returned, glad that Yuri had the sense not to poke around in her personal affairs. Not that she had any right to her 'privacy' in public, as she had signed that away on her contracts for purposes of paparazzi. Thank goodness there didn't seem to be much here in this region.

When the waitress asked for her order, she ordered a simple salad and a water.

"Your usual drink?" she asked Yuri as the waitress walked away, attempting to spark conversation again.

"Oh, I don't do alcohol," she said, giggling at the small amount of surprised chokes that came from the fishermen at the bar. "Not even the fruity little spirits they sell in Hearthome to celebrate the competitors"

She glanced around the room, amused and slightly embarrassed at the headshakes her last comment had earned her, though what she said was true; the last--and one of the only-- few times she had had anything alcoholic to drink had left she and her boyfriend with many vivd memories. Though he had a very high tolerance, it had almost immediately been made very clear that Dove was, in fact, a lightweight drinker.