After hearing Ghost's little speech, Grout was wary of this pokemons sanity. Just a little bit. But he was asked a question so he felt like he had to answer it. Looking in Ghost's eyes, Grout said "No, I'm not very fast. I'm an aron, we aren't made for speed. I just roll with the punches and try to dish out more than I take." Grout knew it wasn't a great stratagy but it was the only one he knew. Besides, when he evolves he will become even tougher just like mom. 

Speaking up again, Grout said "I don't just fight either, I'm a miner. Its probably why I was brought here in the first place, I'm one of the best diggers on the island." With a puff of pride Grout was sure it was true, the only diggers he knew of that were better than him were purely ground types so they had an advantage in that area.

With a growl of his stomach, Grout realized that he was still hungry and with his bad mood lifted it wouldn't impair his hunger like it did before. Standing up on his feet, Grout asked the weird warrior if he would join him for dinner. This would probably be the last decent meal they will have in a long time, might as well enjoy it while they can.