The photographer ignored the incomplete thoughts of Mr.'Survivalist,' mainly just to annoy him for not giving the satisfaction of paying attention to the blowhard. One thing he did not expect was to be scolded and boy did he not expect her to actually buy what this big mouth was saying though he took it in his stride. Besides, it was funnier to see how this dude would flounder about trying to maintain the lie. [color=0072bc]"You're right. I need to buy him dinner and [i]then[/i] do him like that. Or I could take you out to dinner instead."[/color] Ferris chimed in brightly, never missing a beat even if it was more of a detriment to himself. 

As they followed the Machamp, Ferris' Ninetails did not give much thought to the little Zorua prancing around her ankles. Such things were beneath her though the Dark-Type certainly made for far better company than that little hellcat, Fjord; being admired for the majestic beauty that she was was quite satisfying, but that Machamp was a different story. If it were not for the fact that Ferris had ordered her not to start fights then that muscle butler would have been fish food. 

Up on the upper deck the trio met with the Machamps trainer, a pleasant, more energetic woman, and an ever unexcited young man that looked like he was rooting for the iceberg in [i]Titanic[/i] or whatever Pokemon version existed in this world. While the red-head with the sunhat was quite oblivious to Felix's discontent, Arlo had caught the scent like a bloodhound and honed in on it with Ferris who followed up with,[color=0072bc]"Huh, I was thinking he was the butler. Isn't there a minimum height requirement for marriage?"[/color] If Felix wanted to punch him for that not even the older trainer would blame him. 

This Botan lady was basically searching for a team and let her Machamp do the scouting. Huh, that was definitely one of the more unique ways that he could've been asked to join. [color=0072bc]"A team up huh? Well, adventures are always better in groups."[/color] Not that he would know, he always travelled on his own. 

[color=0072bc]"Ferris Roe, photographer and trainer extraordinaire."[/color] He bowed in a very Galarian manner for his introduction, yet there was a confidence about it as if he was not being polite nor was he submissive. If Jarvis' senses were as good as he thought they were, then that Pokemon should have had a grasp of what kind of strength that laid beneath the surface of this trainer.

Meanwhile, Fjord was being chased by a Rockruff and now he heard over the PA that they were going to be docking soon! The Meowth sprinted around the ship, ducking and weaving through people and Pokemon until he caught sight of his trainer up on the deck above so he made a mad dash towards him. [color=a0410d]"Mreow!"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Fjord? What's going...? Where did you get all that food?"[/color]