Frifth didn't trust this- hadn't from the start, but still. ''Your friend told us he'd take us to the kitchens," he told the bird type. Still, maybe it would be better to avoid the angry female Charmeleon- Or Charmander, he supposed.
He grimaced as another wave of hunger hit him. You know what, he wanted food now and he wanted the Magmas to do what they said they would!
Following the female's voice, Frifth headed off, hoping Inle was following. He would get a meal for his sister, even if it killed him.





