[color=ed1c24]"Sure are a lot of balls."[/color] Marlene mumbled to herself, walking around. She didn't personally get why they were so special; They just looked kind of... Odd. Not as slick as the ones back home, more hand-crafted? How was that a thing? for the moment, she passed up on the poke balls, and didn't see much else of appeal, either; the rope was possibly useful, but she wasn't sure she wanted to pay what the salesman wanted for it; So she'd pass. 

She did, however, grab some basic stuff from the occasional stall that seemed like it'd last awhile in her pack; food and drink would be essential since she didn't know how far the next village was from here, after all.

[b]-175[/b]

[i][color=ed1c24]Dang, nothin' interestin'. Usually markets like this have that one shady stall, like in the stories...[/color][/i] She thought to herself, mildly disappointment. But her expectations were simply fantasy, after all. Oh well.

Just then, a certain shout caught her attention; A shout about one thing the woman cherished over almost everything else:

Food.

Approaching the stall, she sniffed, getting a rich savory scent from the stall. Drool leaked out the corner of her mouth as she got close, questioning, [color=ed1c24]"Hey! What's this?"[/color]

[b]"Mokai Berry Stir Fry, mon! Family recipe!"[/b] The man answered, enthusiastic. [b]"A good mixtu-ah of delicious fresh picked berries an' spices passed down my family for generations! Topped off with da savory meat of magikarp!"[/b]

[color=ed1c24]"Woah."[/color] Marlene replied, drawn in. [color=ed1c24]"That sounds great, pardner! Sign me up!"[/color]

[b]"Got'cha, mon! One Mokay Berry Stir Fry, comin' right at'cha!"[/b] The man replied, his rhythm on point as he got to work.

[b]-$25[/b]

Once Marlene was served her food, she began eating with comical tears running down her face due to the terrific taste. She'd be distracted long enough for the others to finish shopping...