Liam followed Chuck. A pink-haired girl bumped into Liam and had a curt look on her face.
 "Hey! Watch where you're going, you little twerp!" She snapped. "Some loser like you is way beneath my skill level. [i]I[/i] was invited to train at the Isle of Armor, jealous I know."
 A worker came up and told her that unforatnetly the train to the Isle of Armor was delayed because of a delay on the tracks.
 "What!? Why!" She protested.
 "Because of some of those." the clerk said pointing a Pokémon standing in the room. It was a Slowpoke, but it looked like its forehead was dipped into yellow paint.

"[i]Slowpoke, Galraian Form the Dopey Pokémon. A Psychic Type. Although this Pokémon is normally zoned out, its expression abruptly sharpens on occasion. The cause for this seems to lie in Slowpoke's diet. In some parts of the world, Slowpoke Tails are considered a delicacy. Because Galarian Slowpoke eat the seeds of a plant that grows only in Galar, their tails have developed a spicy flavor.[/i]"

"Interesting," Liam said thinking aloud. The Girl sighed and shoved Liam out of the way as he was arching back to toss a Luxury Ball and she tossed a Pokéball of her own and caught it.
 Beckham stomped his foot and began trying to yell at her, but he came off more adorable than scary. The worker told her that he was told that the track had now been cleared and she could go to the Isle of Armor.
 She looked at the Scorbunny yelling at her. "Yeah, whatever shrimp." She walked by shoving Liam again on her way out.
 'Rude," Liam said as she left earshot.