He paused, a quail egg in his mouth as he notice someone emerge from the shrubbery, brightening once he recognizes Silvermoon and Kintsugi. He waved them over, smiling with a cheek full of food as they took a seat on the blanket, Kintsugi hanging back to inspect the spread.

Swallowing, he looked around. “Isn’t it? You can order anything here! So if you want to try something, you can go up to one of them and ask if they have it. The vendors are really nice…”

He gestured to the food he’d gotten. “All of this is stuff I used to eat back home, mostly from vendors outside my school.” He pointed to the bright orange balls of batter and quail egg he’d been chewing on. “This is called Kwek-kwek.” The deep fried fish paste. “Fish ball.” The fried pork sausage. “And kikiam.”

He hummed. “If you’re not feeling for anything savory though, there’s also sorbetes and halo-halo. Both of them are ice cream, but halo-halo is a bit more chaotic?” he chuckled. “It’s a bunch of stuff. Looks great, though.”

“Oh, but if you’re not feeling up to eating, that’s fine too,” he quickly amended. “I actually called you here for something else.”

He pulled out his inventory. "You know the DNA we got from Thunderfall? I was wondering if you'd want mine." The little crackling helix promised so much, but considering his team, it didn't feel entirely wise. "It's... I know Zapdos is incredible, but I don't think it's the Pokemon for me, and I don't want to just leave it gathering dust in storage."

Saint paused, mouth clamping shut as he saw hesitation. Was that too much? Was this too many gifts to offer? He hadn’t mean to overwhelm them, but perhaps he’d allowed his excitement to get the best of him.

To his relief, it didn’t seem to be the case, and Silvermoon was even kind enough to offer him a choice. “Oh that’s—I mean, if you’re sure?”

He’s surprised to see the two. The little banana icon he did recognize; the DNA for trade in Chadwick’s cabin. It had an uncertain shape, wobbly and smooth, like cloudy wisps or something in a dream. The other one he didn’t recognize. A shimmering star?

“… This one…” he pointed to the little star. “It kind of reminds me of when we were on the Wishtaker.” And he looked back on that quest fondly, remembering how Silvermoon had defended valiantly with their pokemon, and the view of the unfolding sails in his hands. The little giggling wishes in the sky, and in the deepest dark.

He pulled up the trade screen, offering his Zapdos DNA in exchange.