She chuckled at Desmond and nodded in reply. [color=orange]"I thought so too. I just hope Dad has something in the kitchen for me to fix..."[/color] She rambled, her head already in the kitchen. [color=orange]"My mother was a famous chef, you know!"[/color] She told Desmond, walking over to the kitchen, a trail of baby pokemon following her, dancing as if it were a game. 

[color=orange]"Penny Stone."[/color] She told him, joining the pokemon in their little dance, procuring small chuckle-like noises from the crowd. Smiling, she bent down and placed a gentle hand on the little Eevee who beamed at her as if he'd won the gold metal. 

Sifting through the pantry, she looked for something to cook with while waiting for Desmond reply.

Cans of vegetables... She could make a stew...