Lee
"That good, huh?" A blue hair woman inquired coyly, her expression a soothing combination composed by the playful nature of her words and the airy, fey tone they carried past her lips. Just as her words flowed like a stream, so did her movements as she took a seat. They were devoid of tension or worry, confident in their ability. Unlike the patron next to her, she took no time to decided what to eat. Her hands simply abducted whatever plate was in front of her. "In fact," She spoke once more as she placed the platter on the counter, "If I didn't know any better, Id say you're about to burst into song." The woman gave out a hearty laugh characterized by the depth of her voice but also by the innate delicateness that encompassed it.

Without any hesitation, Florence took a bite of her randomly chosen sushi. "Oh," She mustered with a hand placed on her check. "Oh yeah this is makin' it all come together," Her voice fluctuated between tones of giddiness and serene composure. However, she couldn't hide the fact it truly was magnificent. Whenever something pleased her, Florence with slightly swing her head back. This caused her hair to bounce like azure curtains of smoke, perfectly smooth in shape yet erratic in their bounce. To the surprise of no one, a small Mawile sat next to her. The little steel creature had a boisterous selection of platters at his command, ready to be devoured by his gluttonous rage. While Florence sparked conversation, he was busy devouring his platters like a competitive diner. To him, there was no time to conjure words of delight. There was only time to consume. However, despite his ravenous being monstrous, Mawile would look as cut as a button as he ate.
Kenneth
Naoto would raise a brow at the new voice he heard. "It certainly is good, a true halmark of a master. Though sushi may seem offly basic, many years of training comes with each carefully cut morsal." He would turn to gaze upon his new found guest and would great her with a chuckle. "Burst into song? Why certainly I could but I figure this is nither the time or place." Fu, the chimecho, would eye Florence suspisously and kept good eye on the Mawile, coming to rest on Naoto's shoulder and wrapping it's frills around his neck like a scarf. They were never too welcoming to strangers, exspecially with their trainer's tendecies to overexhert themselves. Maoto would pat Fu gently to try and reassure them. "Now, you certainly seem primed to burst into song you rourself, my friend. And you certainly seem to have the voice to back up those chops." He would reach for a glass of hot tea, blowing the liquid before taking a sip.
Lee
"You say that like you've never heard me sing before, Naoto-San," Florence pouted playfully for a quick second, saying Naoto's name in a lively tone that juxtaposed her supposed discontent. "You'd think a woman would be remembered after crashing most of your Hoenn festivals." Florence furrowed her brow in makeshift displeasure, play fainting with a appropriately placed hand over her forehead. A small chuckle escaped her as she returned to a more calm and collected stance. She scanned the conveyer belt, gently reaching for her own glass of tea. "Normally I'd pair this with some nice, bitter, and earthy booze," She spoke as she raised the cup to her lips, blowing it with gentility that contraste her words. "But Im sure I've teaser you enough for today so Ill hold off for now. Don't wanna give you heart attack," She flashed him a smile before she indulged herself in the flavor of her beverage. Mawile was too busy to notice the looks that his food consumption warrant but Florence preferred it that way. If he wasn't busy, Mawile would've started a photo session for the social media page that he, somehow, managed to create with Cursola.
Kenneth
Naoto would chuckle as he would squinted to see abit better. "You'll have to forgive me, Florence. I'm as slow as ever and growing more and more blind with each passing day. You voice is lovely and charming as ever." He would smile taking another sip of tea. "And I wouldn't say you crashed my festivals. You just added your colors to an already vibrant canvas, something I am always gracious for." Fu would relax abit seeing the familiarity between the two, Fu would peak offf at the activities of the Mawile. Naoto had no such phone and so the odd brush with technology peaked the chimecho's interest. Naoto would chuckle thinking back on their run ins. "But it is wonderful to see you, my dear Florence. Id never imagine I would bump into you on this island of all places. Causing the usual trouble I'd imagine." He would tease.