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Even miles away from the screeching of the farm espathra, Pete's brown eyes still opened at 5:30am. The sun had yet to rise, so Luna the rockruff still lay sleeping on Pete's broad chest. He gently placed a large hand on Luna's back, smiling as he felt her little body rhythmically rise and fall. Now he just had to do his best not to move until she woke up on her own. No point getting up before breakfast was served, anyways.

Pete stared at the ceiling and let his mind wander. Today they were going to announce the Treasure Hunt. He'd not participated properly last year, as his goals were vague, fleeting, and continually changing. He'd worked with Mr. Jacq to develop a more solid plan of attack this year, and Mr. Jacq had directed Pete to Arven after listening to his goals – he wanted to go down the Health track, and discover new therapies to help people and pokemon who are hurt or ill. Arven's records on the subject were scribbled in a notebook already packed away in a backpack near the door. “Herba Mystica” - the only research on them was written centuries ago, with only Arven's recent testimony providing any sort of validation that they were facts. Even the possibility of such miracle cures was worth pursuing. Arven insisted the herbs were gone, but Pete suspected there were still seeds or some other remnants left behind. A lot of stuff at the farm found a way to grow back even after it had been harvested. Also already packed were covered nursery pods, set up with soil based on what he could research about the cave conditions. His siblings had a lot of input and quibbling about what they thought would be best, so the soil pods weren't all the same – it was important to study which of them grew best, so that they could recreate it on a larger scale.

The morning sun slowly started filtering through the window, and Luna finally blinked her eyes open. She shifted and stretched with a long yawn, and then bounded up with an excited bark, instantly ready for the day. Pete chuckled and got himself up to tidy his brown hair and put clothes on – they had a big day ahead.
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By the time Pete entered the cafeteria for the second time today, he'd already completed his morning ritual. His breakfast of a four-egg omelette, four slices of toast, bacon, fruit, and tea had just barely sustained him and Luna through weight training, a shower, a walk around Mesagoza, and a half-hearted study attempt at the library. He was way too hungry to study properly, so begrudgingly recalled Luna back into her ball and headed up to the cafeteria. Luna in the cafeteria sometimes attracted disapproving looks and comments from the other students, so Pete took to just sneaking her food to eat afterward. He didn't need to worry about his nacli, as he couldn't eat food anyways on account of not having a mouth.

The cafeteria staff were just starting to serve lunch, which was lucky timing. It was unusually quiet – well, it was a little early for lunch, but maybe people were busy preparing for the Treasure Hunt. Pete grabbed a long sandwich stacked with as many toppings as they allowed him to take. There was a purple-haired girl in the corner finishing off some breakfast pastries and writing something in a notebook, and a blonde boy with a tatsugiri and a tall pokemon that kinda looked like a mix between a golduck and a bellibolt. He chuckled as the blue pokemon screeched and downed a pitcher of water, to the embarrassment of its trainer. He recognized the trainer from classes, but couldn't say he knew him very well. Regardless of his fact, Pete sat beside him and offered a grin at the apology. [color=d6baae]“No worries,”[/color] he said cheerfully and fished out Luna's luxury ball. [color=d6baae]“You don't mind if I bring my rockruff out too?”[/color] If this guy had his own pokemon out, he wouldn't care about somebody else having theirs out, right? It was good logic. Luna appeared in a flash of light onto the table, and sniffed first at the other trainer's sandwich. She turned her nose up at it, but eagerly devoured the chunk that Pete had broken off his own sandwich for her. Pete took a massive bite from the other end, the physics of which was questionable given the sheer size of it. [color=d6baae]“Name's Pete,”[/color] he introduced, mouth still full of sandwich, [color=d6baae]“and this is Luna.”[/color]