Jerry
When he was first invited, his first incentive in coming here was to meet a certain girl. On the other hand, on a private island like Sigford he was bound to get some celebrity gossip and maybe even some confirmation of some conspiracies from the insanely rich Sigford family."So so so!" He leaned over at Bakcho, his trusty Far'fetched who almost always follows him around. "Watson you know as well as I do, inspiration does not spark on an empty stomach," He made his voice deep and suave as if acting like some sort of detective in those old school crime shows. 

There was a whack on his leg and an eye roll from Bakcho. "Ouch ouch!" He lifted his leg up, hopping up and down as he moved to the kitchen with his pokemon. Trying to maintain his balance all while being in pain resulted in him falling clumsily to the floor on some dirty pots that were left behind. "Shiiit!" He shouted out loud, realizing there was an older man in the exact same room. "Shit," He whispered this time, feeling a bit of embarassment.
Kristina
The old man has been there for some time, stirring an aromatic pot of what appeared to be curry and spooning some to his centiskorch. He's wearing a red polo that just barely fit, informal shorts, and a black apron, just casual wear. "Too spicy?", the fire worm was wiggling after a spoonful of curry, making small squeeks as it was about to dip its head in the pot, "Oh."

He turned his head to the young chap that started cursing on the floor and clattering dirty pots, he poked back the centiskorch's head, set the stove to low, and went over to Lao, "Do you need some help over there? You should be more careful"
Jerry
"Who me? Oh no no, do not worry at all," He got up with one leg still stuck to the pot, which was a bad move on his part causing him to slip once more. This time though he clutched onto the old man's shirt for some time wobbling then getting back up. "Well I got help either way thanks!" Lao have him a wide sheepish grin then looked over at the simmering curry. Bakcho, heaved a sigh knowing he could've cut him self some slack if he weren't so airheaded. 

"Hey hey so! Do you work here and for how long? Are you the sous chef or the head chef? What's the working conditions like and what is your name, sir!" Lao quickly took out one of his many notepads. It was a strange introduction for many but it was something Lao *Had* To do, especially in a place like this.
Kristina
He sighed, helping the boy up and patting down his wrinkled apron, "It's not bad to ask for help, you know. You younguns' with your self-detrimental ways..", the centiskoch skittered over, taking a look at the boy and looming over him with curiosity.

"....Eh? You're mistaken, l'm actually a gym leader from Galar, my name is Kabu.", he looks mildly flummoxed, was this a prank or was this boy a genuine clown? Oh sorry, just a bit airheaded, that's all, "How about you?"