Dorothy
She watched the two talk, rubbing her head with a mixture of irritation and amusement from how they bickered. "Okay, look. Raihan, you need to eat a full meal, so no sir. Second of all, I'm not gonna go nowhere until I clean up what just- happened." Harley explained, looking at the injured one getting scraps on the floor. 

"Reckon I'll teach them how to clean too, since it's their mess. But then, after that, we can go somewhere. Hmm... Maybe the beach???" She suggested, shrugging a bit. "The beach is pretty widespread, so we can distance ourselves and let them have some fun without, yknow, scaring people." Harley explained, patting Teddiursa's head. "We cant get those wounds wet, but we can also do sand castles and play a game in the sand, right?"
Margaret
Raihan groaned. What was with these two wanting him to stick around? The dragon-type specialist thought he could just stay home for the day and browse on his phone. The rooms even has a television. He thought that maybe he could check up on his dramas that he binged watched before coming here but noooo. Every time he tries to escape, Leon stops him—along with Harley wanting him to eat like she's his... Mother or something. Unless... "There's no point in multiple people cleaning so..." He turns to Leon and pokes at the champ's chest for every emphasis in his words. "If ya *Want* Me to come *Along*, at least lemme *Change* Outta my pajamas, *Aight*?" That made sense to Leon so he briskly nods in return. Turning to Harley this time, Raihan puts his hands on his waist. "When I finish up, I'll help ya guys clean if you're still on it." He leaves the room right after.
Stuart
"Alright, let's get cleaning!" Leon fist pumped toward the air. John also seems determined to clean up. "The quicker we are, the sooner we can go to the beach. I can't wait!" For him to get *This* Excited even though the champ went to the beach himself every morning seemed weird. Perhaps it's because it's with friends this time. Morning training with simply his Pokémon can get lonely without another mouth to talk to. Getting a dust pan and broom, Leon starts sweeping under the table. John got some napkins to clean spills off the table. Meanwhile, the Ursaring and her injured cub was at the corner of the room, cuddling. The two healthy Teddiursa are climbing and touring the whole room once again—not taking part of cleaning up.
Dorothy
Harley simply gave a reassuring hand wave, not wanting to tick Raihan off too much. "Yeah, we can clean up. Don't worry. You get ready and chill and stuff." She replied, watching him leave. She then turned and went to find more cleaning supplies, grabbing some leather-safe wipes and handing one to each of the healthy cubs. 

"Don't eat these. Don't lick them. Watch." She replied, taking a wipe and starting to wipe down one of the sofa cushions. "Like that. Do the whole couch and get the crumbs out, mmkay..?" She replied, hoping they'd understand and start cleaning. After all, it was their mess; they were cute, but she'd make them contribute. While lazily wiping, she pulled out her phone to drop a text to Raihan, not saying anything about what she was sending.

*-Hey, if you don't want to go, you really don't have to. I just want to cheer you up and make sure you're healthy.-* Harley sent the text and motioned the phone to slide back in her pocket, going back to wiping the couch along with the cubs.