Malcolm laughed at the small pokemon's ravenous appetite. As it sat there, eyes pleading for more, Malcolm rolled his eyes.

"Alright, that was my last egg. But I got a few berries."

Malcolm covered up the small gas lamp that was heating his stove. As he began cleaning off the burnt scraps left over, he whistled at Split. She slowly made her way to the back pack and flicked the top open. 3 Razz berries floated out of the bag. They may have been a little bit past their prime in quality, but they were edible nonetheless. Split slowly floated them to the Patrat.