Best Wishes

Leon nodded politely and listened. Vandalism? In Pinwheel Forest? That was crazy. He had absolutely zero clue where this forest was, exactly—and prior to this conversation, had absolutely zero clue that such a place even existed in Unova to begin with—but all the same, he could appreciate the stranger's willingness to stick to the rules. It was for the best that the signs remained readable, after all, or people not quite as used to getting lost as Leon might end up getting themselves in some real trouble!

At the question, however, Leon just laughed. He had thought it odd that none of the locations seemed to match up to their drawn counterparts, but this was hardly the first time he'd struggled to orient a map correctly. It wasn't the first time he'd mismatched a map to the region he was attempting to travel, either.

❝ I was staying in Nimbasa. I always make a point to stop by the Battle Subway, though I'm never in Unova as often as I'd like to be. ❞

❝ But if you mean before that, I flew in from Kalos. And before that, I was born and raised in Galar. ❞

The remark about his intelligence flows over him like water off a Ducklett's back. He's lived a lifetime with these kinds of navigational difficulties, and has long since come to accept that his struggles—while frustrating—are by no means a reflection of his broader capabilities. Every Achilles must have his heel!

Still, he hummed and nodded understandingly at the information given, soon raising a quizzical brow. Flew in from Kalos? And before...? Oh - he didn't recall when he asked him for the life story, but he supposes keeping note of this information could be good. All the way from Galar...That's pretty cool - he must admit. Galar is so unique in Pokemon and culture - one of the regions he wants to visit, really.

"Correct. Unovian - born and raised." Even spoken with a little grin on his face. After all, if Leon had the nerve to mention where he's from, then certainly a little bit of pride of Unova couldn't be deemed a fault. Unova is a beautiful region to him - at this point it's like the back of his hand, "If you want to know the best spots, it'd happily point them out to you."

...But enough of that. Catching himself, Lack-Two quickly shook his head, raising a hand to adjust his visor. He's not here to share the best spots - first he must help this man out! Pull yourself together, Lack-Two! You're not a booklet people find in airports!

"Parents are for losers, and you're a winner."

Staring. Staring. Staring. Staring. Blinking. Staring. Lightbulb.

"I always forget you are an orphan."

Pause.

There was no need for that fun fact. And Lack-Two isn't very happy about that.

"Emmet, that is very unnecessary, and must I add also very rude. My orphan status isn't something to keep hold of knowledge wise. It is worthless information."

"Go make me a cup of coffee, and I may forget about your rudeness. No sugar, a drop of milk - stir it clockwise for 20 seconds before adding a small amount of cream before stirring anti-clockwise for 30 seconds - and with the stirring spoon, tap the cup four times."

Lack-Two tutted, wagging his finger with a delicate smile. Superficial, many such cases with him.

An immediate sigh of relief. "Good. Ingo took most of the chocolate." There was some white chocolate left over, but that was Emmet's favorite and he didn't want to share if he didn't have to. Ingo had already taken so much from him today already, he couldn't afford to lose the white chocolate on top of everything else!

"Oh but I insist Emmet. You're my friend, and who wouldn't like to treat their friends?" It was toxic on his tongue. It was questionable if he really saw Emmet as a friend, per say. But, he respects Emmet enough to not see him as an enemy. So there's a start...

Oh but of course. Of course he'd like sour candy. It tasted like battery acid, so it'd make sense he'd like it. Not that Lack-Two has tasted battery acid before - it's more in reference to the acidic contents.