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Lestrade was delighted with the lovely weather.
Perfect sunlight for a wonderful photosynthesis 'meal'.
The sunlight was delicious as he led his trainer into the park; he could smell coffee here. Natural, outside environment where he could enjoy the sun -and- Jeremy could have coffee? Perfect. He was really beginning to like this city...
And... people and pokemon everywhere! Even better! Maybe they could make a friend here; Arceus, they certainly needed an ally or two.

"Aha! I smell a brew!" Jeremy exclaimed to his leafy friend, delighted by where the Leafeon had led them.
"What a wonderful place. Looks like we're going to have quite the quest on for seating though, my friend. Come. I'll get us some carrot cake and a coffee and then we shall endeavour to find me a seat, hm?"

Lestrade dipped his head and yipped affirmatively; this would be enjoyable. Seating was needed though and Lestrade decided he'd be better off seeking a place out. A nearby Glaceon caught his attention. There was only one human over there with him... That could work.
He trotted over cautiously.
<<Hello>> He greeted, somewhat awkwardly. <<May I encourage my trainer over here so that we might share this table with you and your human?>>

"Aha, aha! Wonderful there, Lestrade!"
Before the Leafeon had even had a chance to turn and guide his trainer over toward the table, a rather well groomed man bearing a coffee cup and a plate of carrot cake had appeared.
"And I see you've found yourself a comrade, there. Very good." The man was a sort of pepper-gray brunette with streaks of a somewhat blonder tone in odd, curves upon the top of his head. He was suit-clad, today in a pleasant blue, with a light blue shirt and a red tie worn somewhat loose.
His eyes were a silver-grey and lending themselves to pale blue; they looked Frost over as a smile tugged one corner of Jeremy's mouth slightly further up than the other.
"Aha. My deepest apologies, Sir, but my Leafeon was tasked with finding a seat that I might occupy. Now, only if it is of no inconvenience, might I request to join you at this table? Between you and me, I do not much fancy sharing with a young couple or a bawling, shouty child and I rather think you to be far removed from either of those."

<<Thankyou. My trainer is...>> Aha, and there he was. <<Here.>> Lestrade finished with an apologetic smirk and a shrug. <<Oh, I am hoping he will not bother your human overmuch; he can be a very strange human sometimes. It is nice to meet you, Skiron; I am called Lestrade.>>

"An introduction! Of course. Quite right, too." The suit-clad man flashed a grin and bent ever so slightly at his waist. A very informal sort of bow.
"It is a pleasure to meet, and share a table with you Dimitri Wilson and Skiron; my name is Jeremy. Jeremy H. Bell, to be precise, but Jeremy, or 'Bell' I suppose if you absolutely had to, will do just fine. And, you are quite correct; my companion there is indeed named Lestrade."
He placed the carrot cake and coffee cup down onto the table, before pulling out his chair and sitting, one leg casually snaking its way across the other as he crossed them around the ankles.
"I do enjoy a spot of company on a day like today but among the current crowd here... well, I think Lestrade has made an excellent judgement in wandering this way."

<<Perhaps so. I would certainly hope so. We are new to this region and it would be nice if we were to able to make a friend or two here. I was very glad to spot you both.>> The Leafeon attempted a friendly smile. <<Do you like carrot cake? My trainer always shares it with me but.. I am fed well enough by the sunshine, I do not like to hurt his feelings though.>>

"I, too, am glad that I appear to be civilized!" Jeremy chuckled as he set the carrot cake on the floor, close to the two eeveelutions, leaning from his chair to place the plate down and then straightening again to take his coffee cup between two hands.

"Both. I have come to live here. And to live anyway, one requires the root of all evils. Thus I must engage in business." He smiled before sipping the dark liquid with satisfaction. "I do find this city pleasurable, however. And yourself, Dimitri? Are you a native of this fine place?" Dimitri just... didn't strike a chord as a native name, though of course that might have been an incorrect assumption.

<<Ah. Tea. Thankyou very much indeed; I do rather like tea as a change from water.>> The fox-ish pokemon then gestured a paw toward the carrot cake, indicating that Skiron should take some whenever he liked. <<Oh, we have not been here long. Perhaps a week. I rather like it. I have see some interesting trainers and pokemon though I have not met so many properly. I have barely seen a Glaceon before, though I have visited a place that is said to produce your species. It was most interesting. Cold, but interesting.>>

"Oh?" Jeremy inquired languidly. This -really- was a good cup of coffee... Dimitri was certainly pleasant enough... Interesting and rather perceptive too... But he did -have- to note the quality of the beverage and make a quick mental note of this place.
Yes, crowds and children be-damned, he was mostly assuredly going to try to frequent this place...
"So... Where is it that you came from to be here? Oh, I could try to deduce it... The name, the, ahem, ice type you have... Even your dress and mannerism, but my skills in such a field do not quite parallel those of the great fictionals with whom I claim a shared interest and intended profession."
The man grinned a little, almost apologetically.
"Sorry. I have quite a tendency for the rambling flourish against the straight forward reveal; I intend to offer my services as a private detective. It isn't something that I've never dabbled in... so I'm aware of the limited nature of such an occupation. Thus my job hunt as of the moment is rather more general in scope. In short, as long as it's no mind-numbing drudgery, I am likely to take it."
Another sip of the excellent coffee before he passed his eyes over the other man once again.
"And may I ask of yourself? Your occupation? Any details of such occupation as might suit would be welcome for me to hear."

<<An extremely excellent practice,>> Agreed Lestrade with a pleased wag of his leafy taill. He was honestly relieved that both he and his trainer seemed to be getting along with someone... His trainer could be both a buffoon and a jerk sometimes despite his good intentions. It was nice that nothing had yet gone wrong. He bent to sniff at the tea, taking an experimental lap and then straightening back up, still wearing a happy enough expression. <<Ah. This is good... As for such. I believe you are right. As an Eevee, I remember that all I would see were Flareons, Vaporeons or other Eevees... I felt -right- though, when my trainer and I went into that forest... Here I have glimpsed a Jolteon among the crowds alongside the usual types, some Eevees and now yourself... Oh!>> He pointed a paw up at the pokeball remaining on his trainer's belt. <<Forgive my rudeness. That is Dupin. I believe she is sleeping right now, but I am sure she would be delighted to meet you if she were awake.>>

"Aha. Wonderful place, Johto."
Jeremy nodded approvingly, his thoughts roving over to the man who'd originally given him Dupin. "I have a friend from there; he lives in Sinnoh now."
The 'detective' smiled. "... And that's the answer to your other question there. I hail from Sinnoh, myself. From Canalave City, in fact."

"As for the detective work being interesting... Well of course; the solving of mysteries and the putting together of puzzles... It's extremely interesting for the bulk of the mental exercise but there can be a lot of hard, sometimes dull, work that goes into enabling the fun, interesting parts. And, unfortunately, there is not always a case, thus I must seek out other oppurtunities."

Jeremy sipped once more at his, now warm, beverage and canted his head slightly, curiously.
"Now. Self-employed. I could call myself that right now, but the field is not bringing in the money required. I take it that playing the stocks has been a profitable occupation?"


<<I shall. She has been trying to decide what she would like to become... I have a feeling that she has already chosen to be honest, but does not yet wish to commit herself. She will be interested to hear of a Glaceon and disappointed that she has not met you, but perhaps she might wake up before we are to part.>> The Leafeon looked over at the Glaceon's trainer, intrigued by the talk of this unsociable pokemon <<Oh? What sort of a pokemon is your trainer's other pokemon?>>

"Forgive my observations, but it does not seem that such a thing is so far removed for detective work after all; risk and skill and I imagine some foresight and deduction are involved too... Hm. Certainly, it seems very interesting.
And the way you describe it seems a much more reasonable way of doing things than so many I have heard of; perhaps I shall, when I have a more reasonable income, try my luck at finding a few things to invest in, myself."
Jeremy mused, with a slight eye to the cafe- surely businesses like these were widespread and usually profitable. He'd have to look into it.

<<Hm. Well. I am fairly certain that she has chosen to become a Jolteon. I fear that it may be somewhat due to a... reluctance to become something with a type advantage over myself- to which I have assured her I would never mind- but she has assured me in return that a Jolteon is simply one of the types that she has found most interest in thus far.>> The Leafeon twitched his ears and pawed the ground a little. <<Ah. She sounds... Most, um, interesting.>> Lestrade found himself choosing his words carefully. <<Thankfully Dupin is nothing like that... But she has a... distance to others. She worries me slightly.>>