James
Hungry time! When was the last time Leon ate anything? He remembered it was probably when he was at the grocery store and was returning to the mansion for curry—nope! He never did return to the mansion... It's not that he got lost. There's just a bunch of fascinating things on the island. It's as if everywhere he went, there's something happening. But now that his fuel tank is empty, he needs to restore! The restaurant probably serves different kinds of food (not just seafood this time) so the Galar champ should be able to literally get a mouthful of different dishes.

Upon entering the building, Leon takes in the whole dining area. Surprisingly, it's full? So he had to wait. While he has his arms crossed in what seems to be his natural state (not that he's impatient!) Leon's eyes drift to the bar area, catching wind of Allister! What shocked him wasn't that the boy was at the supposed "Bar" But that he *Might* Be talking to someone (who from the back of the head and first glance) looks like a stranger. More the merrier, they'd say, so Leon decides to ~~butt~~ join in. "Allister!" He shouts and races over. He's at the other side of the little boy, his eyes perked up expectedly at him. "What are you doing?" It could be an assumption that he's questioning Allister's position being at the "Bar."
Vincent
"Umm... H-hullo?" Allister attempted to ask a few times, but the stranger presumably wasn't listening to him. Ugh, what a bother. He huffed, crossing his arms and legs, now thoroughly mad that Arcana had dragged him all the way to this restaurant just for him *Not* To be able to order his frickin breakfast.
"Scuse me?" He tried a final time. And as per usual, got no answer. What the hell...

Allister turned around, about to leave when he saw an actually familiar face enter the restaurant. It was Leon! It was Leon!!! Oh boy! The young gym leader had never been so happy to see that energetic, dramatic, walking fashion disaster of a man! Because if Leon was here, at *Lease* He wasn't the strangest person in the room anymore!
"Leon!" Allister called back, probably *Way* Louder than he'd even tried on the other two people. "Agh, 'm so glad y-you're here, you have no idea! I've been tryin'a order f'r a-almost half an hour now, b't the guy c'nt hear me." He leaned in, now whispering into Leon's ear. "Ooooh, nd th't guy next t' me? I tried t' get help fr'm him, b-but I think he's busy-"
H pulled back, now looking away and awkwardly twiddling his thumbs.
"Um, so ye'... C'n you order f'r me?"
James
Leon chuckles from hearing Allister raise his voice when seeing him. He got that effect on a lot of people, sure, but hearing it from the usual quiet and shy boy is something else. "What's that? Half an hour?" He quirk an eyebrow and tilts his head. "Can't hear? Well, if they couldn't hear, you got to *Make* The noise , Allister!" He starts banging on the counter while waving for the waiter (bartender?). "We would like to order!" Maybe he's being too loud for his own good. The person on the other side shoots Leon with a death glare but either the Galar champ was too dense to notice or he easily brush it off like an every day occurrence. Turning back to Allister, he gives him a wide grin. "See? Now what you like to—" But he leans in as Allister tells him something else. "Oh? Maybe he's on his phone or something? Raihan gets like that when he's distracted looking at something." He isn't really whispering like Allister, but talking in his normal volume. "I can order for you!" He faces the worker (let's go with that) and starts ordering . 
"We would like the Torkoal-warmed Ramen, Moomoo Alfredo Spaghetti, Cherubi fruit salad, three cheeses burger, Jalapeño meat skewers, stuffed-crust pepperoni with Italian sausage pizza, Octillery takoyaki, and Bouffalant burrito!" He stopped himself as he tries to see what else he wanted but thought he could maybe order more later. "Oh yeah, and what did you want, Allister?"
Vincent
Eh, Leon was right..."Ye' s-so-"
*"We would like to order!* Leon's scream made Allister jump with a little squeak as the man started banging his fist on the counter top and shouting. "Leon, Leon, Leon, stop! Don't! Wait! AGHH, never mind-" He facepalmed at the champion deadass ignoring him in order to yell some more. "Ughhh, w-why do I associate with him?" The boy asked, more to himself than the other who still wasn't paying attention... After a bit, the Galar champ ~~finally~~ stopped, leaving Allister with his face buried in his hands... "A-are you done? *Sight* Leon, I um... I really appreciate it, b't that was... Um... That was rough- to say the least." He giggled a little bit, knowing full well that the man behind the counter probably hated them now.

"Uh... Y-ye' I think he's distracted or somethin'," He agreed. Although actually managing to whisper. Then Leon started to list off item after item that was sold here at an overwhelming speed! "Wait-huh?" Allister asked, as he basically went through half the menu before finally, *Finally* Settling down enough to look at him.
"Bruh..." Allister said with an unseen look of shock. "I jus'- I jus' want a strawberry boba-" He facepalmed for the second of probably *Many* Times that day, but was smiling nonetheless. "I didn' *Ask* F'r you to piss off the waiter-"
James
"They're mad?" He questions, oblivious of his rude actions. He wanted to help Allister order after all! The waiter bit their bottom lip and was about to ~~storm~~ walk off to tell the chefs the order but Leon speaks up first, holding up a finger as to signify "Just a second." Hearing that Allister wanted only one order—and on top of that, just a *Drink*—got Leon losing it. "Allister! As a very strong trainer yourself, you need to eat more so you could grow some-" He reaches out and squeezes Allister's arm. "-muscles here!" Picking up the menu, he checks the back. "How about this! A meaty platter! That should be good, right? One of this, please!" He calls to the waiter. They roll their eyes, grumbling and scribbling it down. 

"Any drink you—"

"Oh yeah, strawberry boba!" He interrupts. "Water is fine for me." The waiter seemed even more irked from getting cut off but they should know better than to talk back to a *Champion*. Leon isn't entitled but he likes to get his orders across. When they are finally dismissed to go to the back, Leon turns his attention back to Allister. "I have to say, I didn't expect you to be out and about, Allister. You would usually stay in your room or something." This is from him unbeknownst of Arcana urging Allister out in the first place. "Since this is a vacation, I understand. I thought you would be with someone at least." He takes note of the little boy tagging along Raihan and Piers, or Irsia before.
Vincent
Nope, nuhuh, not gonna happen! Allister was *Not* Going to facepalm again, or he'd have a headache before this conversation even go off the ground. Well, with the waiter looking thoroughly pissed off, they just had to wait for-
"Aghh!" Allister shrieked, upon Leon grabbing his arm! He reacted by swinging at the other's hand, but completely missed, smacking his bare fist against the counter top. "MMMPH!" He screamed, though it was muffled.
"Mhmm, ye' sounds great-" Allister tried his best not to whimper, as his right hand was now throbbing, and he tried to shake it off, but to no avail. He noticed a glass of water had been brought for each of them, and slowly pulled his glass closer as Leon continued to talk. Meanwhile, the champion had the proudest look on his face, like he just scared off a bully or something for his little brother.

*"Didn't expect to see you out and about..."*
"Huh? Oh... Umm- well... Ya know..." Allister said, as he rolled up his sleeve to stick his aching hand in the water of his cup. "Well, G-gengar made me leave my room. S-said I need fresh air 'nd stuff-ack!" He'd just noticed that the water was spilling over the edge of the cup, and was now trying to wipe it with his sleeve.
"I umm... Yeah? I mean-I mean, yes. H-haven' seen you in a bit. Guess we both jus' kinda lost track of time that day nd-"
*Splat*
...
...
"...Crumbs-" The water glass had now been knocked over, spilling on Allister's legs as the empty cup rolled away...
"Ya th-think the waiter will notice?"
James
Leon watched as Allister soaked his hand in the cup. He should've told the kid that it's spilling over the sides of the glass, but he only smirked as his eyes shift back and forth between Allister and the glass; waiting for the ghost-type gym leader to notice. "Your Gengar really knows what's best for you. I get that a lot from Charizard too. And, that day, a lot happened—"

Allister did notice. But while trying to wipe up the small puddle, Leon would search the counter for maybe a napkin dispenser. But, his head turns back to Allister rather quickly when he heard the *Splat* Of the glass. "A-Allister, what—" The Galar champ had to cover his mouth in his hand as he tries to hide his laugh. Yeah, he should be feeling embarrassed about it but the sight is very funny! Especially when that glass rolled away. Should he get up and search for it? First, he has to get over the fact that Allister is soaked in his seat. 

"I-I don't think they'll notice...!" He manages to say in between his snickering. "But you should probably dry yourself off—" Then, Leon had an idea. He stands up abruptly. "I know how! You know those hand dryers in the bathroom?" He gestures with his own hands, waving them around. "You can stand underneath one of them and we just turn it on! You'll be dry in no time!" Although it sounded like a joke, it seems like something that Leon wouldn't mind testing.
Vincent
"Agh!" Allister groaned, letting his head slump onto the countertop with a thud, as he followed the runaway glass with his eyes. It slowly roolled away of the counter, and smashed on the floor. Welp-
"Nuuuu-" He buried his head and face in his arms, trying to pretend the whole thing never happened. Like, what was gonna happen next? At this rate, they might as well be banned from this restaurant. And oh lovely, the water had now spilled down his legs and into his shoes as well. "Of c-course. The one day I d-don' wear my boots-" He sighed.
Then, Leon proposed his idea...

"Are. You. Serious?" Allister asked, looking up at the champ while shaking his head. "Y-you realize I can't reach that? I s-spilled on my pants, wha' d'ya wan' me to d-do? Stand on your shoulders while I dry myself off?" He crossed his arms. "You do, don' you?" He was about to just move on and forget this embarrassing thing ever happened, but then looked down at his soaked through shorts, and soon to be soaked shoes...
"You kn-know what?
Let's try it."