Lunch Time

Nuric licked the soft mashed potatoes clean, however there were still some on the roof of his mouth. The Espeon attempted to look down at his mouth, crossing his eyes at the effort. Nuric's tounge made an endevor to remove the food. His tail lashed in anger, as his attempts where not working.

Becca watched her Pokemon's antics with an annoyed grimace. "Nuric. Drink this." She grasped the bottle lightly and opened the cap. The Eevee evolution, wanting to try anything to get the annoying food off of the roof of his mouth, opened his maw to accept the water. The Pokemon's trainer emptied a bit of the bottle's contents into the pink mouth of her Espeon. Satisfied, the Pokemon took hold of the pear at the corner of his trainers tray, and resigned himself to gnawing on the fruit.

Becca sighed and turned to Blaire, smiling politely. "Sometimes Nuric has these tendencies to act ridiculous one moment then the next completely calm." She paused and glanced over at the Growlithe. "So you are a fire type trainer then?" Becca had thought about making a comment on the Eevee evolutions, however she didn't want Blaire to start day dreaming some more.

Blaire giggled as she watched the Espeon attempt - and fail - to remove the food lodged on the roof of her mouth. It was rather cute, if someone thought of it as such. Between thinking of an Eeveelution club and watching Nuric battle with sustenance, she almost missed Becca's query. Jolting her head up, she quickly faced the redhead and smiled before answering. "Yes, I am. I have a Flareon and a Larvesta too, actually. I'm from Cinnabar Island, so I grew up around lots of Fire-types." To be fair, running with just a singular type wasn't very sound strategy, but Blaire cared deeply about each of her Pokémon, strategy be damned. She didn't become a trainer to be a cold, calculating, emotionless battling machine: she became a trainer to have fun adventures with all her Pokémon friends. Wasn't that the point?

Shiloh let out a quiet bark of laughter at Nuric's predicament. He knew he shouldn't laugh, but it was rather amusing. Taking another bite of the apple, the fruit very nearly vanished at this point, he listened to Blaire talk about the other Pokémon. As the more level-headed of Blaire's Pokémon, it fell upon him to try and keep Pyrrha from burning everyone she met. It was a full time job really.

Ivory flipped down her hoodie, and got up. Holding her tray, she walked over slowly to where the two others were. "I hope I am not interrupting, but is it OK if I join you two instead?" She asked, politely.

OOC: Lazy...

Becca blinked and leaned forward towards Blaire, her excitement completely evident in her motions. Her red hair slipped off her shoulders, narrowly catching in her food. Instead of caring, the trainer ignored the food that may or may not be getting on the tips of her hair, and beamed at the fire type trainer. "You are from Kanto too?" She sat back and made a wide gesture with her hands as if motioning at everyone. "It seems as if everyone here is from Kanto!"

Becca chuckled and took a bite of her chicken sandwich and chewed thoughtfully, taking in the texture. The taste was...mediocre. It wasn't as good as her mother could make, yet wasn't as bad as her older brother's. Who's, mind you, would burn if he looked at it wrong.

As she chewed the somewhat dry texture Becca let her eyes wander, when she saw the figure from before abruptly yank down her hood and stand up.

Oh. It was a girl. Now she kinda felt bad for not sitting next to her. She didn't want the girl to feel bad. Much to her surprise the girl made her way over to the duo's table. As she asked, Becca glanced over the girl's hair. She didn't know why the girl covered it up, the red headed trainer knew tons of people with blue hair. Heck! Even her best friend has the same color hair. It was definitely not something to feel ashamed about. With those actions, perhaps the girl wanted someone to comment on it? Make fun of it? Who would actually do that? Shoving her people observing skills to the side, she quickly answered the girl's question.

"No, you aren't interrupting, is she Blaire?" She glanced from her new friend to the other girl, "Have a seat!" Becca beamed, then patted the spot next to her with her left hand, tapping three times, welcoming the other trainer to the table.

Blaire smiled and nodded, happy to hear that more people at this school were from the Kanto region. That just meant they would have more to talk about. "Well, it's a great region, isn't it? Which part are you from?" She grabbed the remains of the apple and nibbled on the corners before scanning the room for a trash can. There was one a bit farther away, but she could probably reach it from here. Narrowing her eyes, she went into a kind of focus trance before letting loose with a shot towards the makeshift basket. Luckily for her - and the cleanup crew - the apple core went into the trash can with no trouble at all. "Swish!" she laughed, congratulating herself on a great shot. All it got was an eye roll from her Growlithe.

Some movement nearby then caught her eye. Glancing over, she noticed some girl in a hoodie flip said hoodie down and head over their way with her tray in hand, long blue hair flowing down over her shoulders. Why in the world was she wearing a jacket indoors? It wasn't even cold. It seemed like a weird thing to do, wearing a hoodie in warm weather. Maybe she was a drug dealer or something. There her mind went again, wandering onto vague, dangerous possibilities, but it was still a weird circumstance. The color of someone's hair would be secondary to such current knowledge. Though now that girl was here, and asking if she could sit down. Becca didn't seem to have a problem with it, so Blaire wasn't going to say anything to the contrary. Besides, the girl probably didn't deal drugs… probably.

"Of course not! Please, sit down." Blaire swept her hand over the area that Becca had designated and smiled, offering her hand once more to shake. "I'm Blaire. Blaire Adenhart. And this is Shiloh, my Growlithe." She petted her Growlithe with her free hand, the fiery dog giving a bark of greeting, though he could sense that this new girl didn't seem particularly happy. Maybe something was wrong with her. Rather than think too much about it, he just scooted closer to Blaire and nuzzled her side, causing her to smile wider. "What's your name?" She directed this question back at the blue-haired girl, their new friend and table-mate.