While Desmond wasn't one to say it, he had a lot less knowledge about people than he did Pokemon. So when April said her mother was famous, he was quite honestly surprised. [color=fff200]"Wow, really?"[/color] He responded, intrigued by the fact. It reminded him of how he and his father were terrible at cooking, and spent many a night with cups of instant noodles during their studies considering his mother was away. This memory, mixed with the little dance April was doing with the baby Pokemon, caused him to chuckle. 

[color=fff200]"You're really close to these Pokemon, aren't you?"[/color] He asked, the happiness he was witnessing being exactly the kind of thing his father told him about. These little Pokemon were so innocent, and pure. He closely watched as they played, removing his backpack before digging into it. It was cluttered with notepads and pens, and a few items here and there. No food, though. He planned to fix that tomorrow. He pulled out one of the notepads, along with a pen, before setting the bag on the floor. His eyes darted between April, the Pokemon, and the notepad in his hand as he began taking a few notes.