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Ahh, the calm serenity of nighttime. Night was the time when nobody was wandering around, when nobody stopped him to see his papers, when Liam could, for once, be calm and cool. In his arms he carried a rather large barrel, full to the brim with several different colors of Apricorns. He had been growing them in the garden since he joined and had already managed a few crossbreeds. His Teal Apricorn was, by far, his favorite, and he was excited to see what kind of magical properties it had. You could never tell what kind of Pokeball you'd get until you tested it out at least once, and tonight was Liam's first opportunity to do so!
Step one: Use the ovens to help dry out the Apricorn for shelling! That was why he was heading towards the kitchen. Of course, it too would be empty. Feeling confident, Liam trudged towards the door, which swung inwards and outwards, ready to push it open with his large barrel of Apricorns.

... Unfortunately the door proved to be quite solid. Liam was sent sprawling, his precious (though hard enough not to bruise) Apricorns rolling every which way.
"Oh no!" he cried, gathering the now freed fruit as quickly as possible, tossing them back in the barrel. "Stupid door! Why'd you have to go and be closed? You're never closed!" He shook a fist in the door's direction absentmindedly, not even really looking at it.

HOLY MILTANK THE DOOR WAS TALKING TO HIM! Liam leaped up, ready to bombard the demonic wooden structure with hard-as-rocks Apricorns until he realized it wasn't the door, but what was obviously the source of the resistance, an older gentleman who had probably been standing on the other side. of course! he had tried to push it in while this guy was trying to get out of the kitchen! Phew, at least he wasn't locked out.
Also, this not-demonic-door-man had called him squirt. Squirt. But he had to assume he was outranked, which meant... "Y-yes sir! Just... surprised by the door, I mean, um... sorry, you, I guess, sir. O-only thing bruised is my ego, as they, you know... um, say." he tossed a couple more Apricorns back into the barrel, noticing a Vaporeon who seemed to be having quite a time helping him round them up. He could only hope the feisty Pokemon didn't attempt to bit into one; it could come out of that fight missing a tooth...
"O-oh, sorry sir. I can take those from you, if th-that's ok?" he held out his own arms to take the Apricorns. Between the three of them, they seemed to have all of them, which was a good thing. Apricorns weren't exactly cheap, either to grow or replace...

"Thank you, s-sir," he responded, dumping the Apricorns in the now full again barrel. "My name is, uh... Liam, sir." He managed himself into a sitting position beside his Apricorns, leaning over the top and counting them, checking for possible (but unlikely) bruises, and making sure he still had his teal ones. Teal Apricorns: Check! Phew, at least he could relax... somewhat. This other Rocket seemed to be eying him like he had just crawled out of pond walking on a pair of flippers. He wanted to ask this guy's name... but it would be considered rude, if he was outranked, which was something e wouldn't stand for.

"I-I don't have department s- I mean, um... sorry... Mister Mau. I'm still just a t-t-trainee." He took a second to reach out and brush a hand against Aki's side, a friendly gesture from human to Pokemon. "W-well, you see, s- I mean... Mister Mau... I was going to stick these, um... Apricorns, sorry, these Apricorns in the oven for a few minutes t-to, you know, dry them out? A-a-and nighttime is the best time to do that, since, you know, I mean, it's, um... emptier? Sorry..."
At least he had something to talk about. Apricorns were the furthest thing from nerve-wracking he could think of and he could talk about them all day. "Y-you see, you have to dry them out, you know, I mean... sorry. You have to dry them out some before cracking them o-open, then you can make Pokeballs out of them."

He had some suspicions about his uniform, but everyone he had the guts to ask so far had said it was perfectly fine, so he had taken it upon himself to assume just that. "Oh, yes s- I mean, sorry, I mean yes. This outfit was h-hand picked for me, or so I was t-t-told." he was quick to give in to Aki's request (or demand) and was giving him a most vigorous belly rub, much like the old Growlithe they kept on the farm, back before he joined the Rockets. Still, he had work to do, and he had to get back to it, demonic door or no. He gently pushed the Vaporeon out of his lap and hefted up the large barrel yet again.
"Please, feel free to watch, or help... Sorry, I mean, if you want, Mi- I mean, uh, Mau." This time the door gave way easily, revealing the two large ovens used to fix many of the cafeteria meals. Just what he needed for a little quick drying on his Apricorns. "Th-though it is awfully boring... I just gotta bake them for a bit right now, dry them out, you know? Sorry, I mean... To dry them out."

"Well, I can't tell you, um... everything? Sorry... The real secret is p-passed down from Master to Apprentice only, though I guess if you o-ordered me to..?" he said all this with his back to Mau, placing Apricorns in the oven carefully, one by one. In about two hours they would be as dry as if he had let them sit in the sun all day, and with less chance of a Pokemon stealing them.
He stood, facing Mau now, and tried to explain what he could, "I can tell you, however, that the first step is drying them out. Normally, you would just leave them in the sun... but it's faster to dry them on low heat in the oven... I'm sorry if this is boring, I-I just don't know how to describe it better..."