Tea is Best Served Hot

Walking under the cloth sign for the door, Marcus and Sofa entered the 'inn' they walked towards. "I guess this isn't an inn, buddy, but it seems they still serve food here, so we might still be in luck for breakfast." Marcus walked up to the nearest person that seemed to work there, but before he could ask her what they served, she turned to him and looked at Sofa, reeling back, "He can't be out here. He'll wreck up the tea house. Take him out."

Marcus turned to Sofa, confused, "He's perfectly calm now, ma'am, and I assure you he will continue to stay that way. As long as we're allowed to pay for some food to eat and he isn't treated like a wild maniac. May we please have a seat and some tea to drink, we've come a long way and have just been insulted, we would like something to calm us down."

Flustered, the lady bowed and pointed them to a table opposite of a girl in a hoodie, Sofa facing the little Froakie peeking over the tiny table.

Marcus sat with his back to the two travelers as they waited for their tea, taking off his backpack and placing it next to him. Cat stretching, he let out a restrained stretching noise, "Eeeaaahhh...so, now that we're here, what next? We haven't really made any plans for what happens when we get here."

Sofa pointed out the window to the north, "Vigo?" "North? There's nothing up there but snow and...and that Silvertree village! You getting the urge to compete in another contest? Or do you just miss Eira?" Marcus smiled, joking with his friend. "But there's no way we could make it through the blizzards without help, or at least another Pokemon that could help us, and besides, that egg couldn't survive in that kind of cold, you know that."

Sofa shrugged as if to say, "Alright, I was just suggesting...", but as they were talking, their backpack began glowing; dimly at first, but was shining brighter by the second.

"Hm...? Oh, OH!" Marcus reached for his backpack as fast as possible, pulling out the container, and then the egg from the container. By now, the egg was beaming, forcing Marcus to shield his eyes as he pulled it out of its shelter. Placing it on the table, he was then left unsure what to do next, "I don't - what do we - do we just wait?" Sofa shrugged as the now white egg suddenly warped and bended, turning into the shape of a wynaut, before finally the light dimmed and faded.

"WY!" Cried the little baby Pokemon, new to the world. "Hey...hey little guy. My name is Marcus. It's nice to finally meet you." Marcus held out his hand for a shake. The small Pokemon cocked its head confused, but put its ear-like hand forward as well, and Marcus shook it, grinning. "Your name is Alexander. You are Alexander." Marcus instructed while pointing at Alexander. "Hmmm...it's a bit long though, how about Lex for short?" At this, Lex bounced up and down happily.

Turning to the hooded stranger, Marcus smiled, "Thank you for letting me know. I don't know what would have happened if he would have still been in that container when he hatched. I'm Marcus." He extended his hand forward for a handshake.

"Oh. Are you a Pokemon trainer too? Would you like to battle? I've been avoiding fighting the whole way here with the huge hordes traveling the old road; I'd really enjoy a good battle." Right then, the tea lady came back with their tea, sighing when she saw the Wynaut on the table.
"No feet on the table." Lex got off and looked at the steaming liquid inquisitively. "Wy?"

"...Cake. Okay, your choice. You know, you remind me of someone that I know. A part of her personality anyway." "Vigoroth! Vig vig..." Sofa was waving his hands and pointing at the little Alex.

"Hmm? Oh, it's tea. You wanna try some?" Lex grabbed the cup tasted the tea and spit it out, putting it back on the table. "WY! Naut!"

"Don't like bitter things, huh? Yeah, I prefer sweet myself, but I don't really mind tea. It's better for you than water, so I drink it." And with that he took a sip, when he put his cup down he noticed Sofa still pointing at Lex fervently.

"Oh...Well I guess now that he's here and hatched, we don't have to worry about his health; we can put him in his Pokeball. Alright, Silvertree village it is. Haven't seen snow for over a year now. It'd be nice to play in it for once like when I was little." Turning back to Maya, "Oh, are you a coordinator by any chance? A friend of mine is starting a contest up in Eirlys in a town not a lot know about. If you could have the means to get through the blizzards to get there, it'd be worth it to compete."

Turning back to Lex, "Now that I think about it, I could enter you. If I could win with Sofa, no offense buddy, but I could do miracles with you." Smiling, Lex rubbed his body up against Marcus.

Zandrophin finally arrived at the tea house he'd heard about from one of the fisherman in the marketplace. It didn't take him long to get to Enya...but the buildings could definitely be labeled better. He'd made a comment earlier about how the fishing village could greatly benefit from his rising trading company; he must have a word with the town leadership, at some point.
 
He entered the tea house and quickly took stock of his surroundings. It appeared to be just another tea house...Zandrophin had seen many of them in his lifetime, so there was nothing new. A few fisherman were scattered around, but there were many empty tables. It seemed like a good place to relax before heading off into Eirlys.

...Then he looked over at the table near the back corner....

Damn....Mentus...look who it is.

Marcus was seated at the table with a girl neither Zandrophin nor Mentus recognized. Zandrophin's hand drifted to the custom Dive ball under his coat. Mentus stopped him.

Sir, he's not strong enough to fight yet. Besides, we don't want to wreck this place. Let's just play nice...travelling in a group would be safer.

The waitress came up to Zandrophin and attempted to guide him to a table. Zandrophin pushed past her and moved towards Marcus' table.

Zandrophin knew Marcus would be looking at him. Zandrophin paid him no mind and spoke directly to the girl at the table,

"Excuse me, Miss, but may I join you at this table?"

"Do forgive me, Miss. I did not mean to startle you. You'll forgive me, but I saw that you and your friend here-" Zandrophin gestured towards Marcus, still not looking at him, "had Pokemon. As you can see, I am a trainer, as well. This is Mentus."

As Zandrophin gestured to Mentus, the Abra slid from his place on his trainer's shoulders and bowed to the girl.

"Oh, how unthoughtful of me; I haven't introduced myself. I am Zandrophin. I'm from Saffron City in Kanto."

He extended his hand and asked,

"And you are?"