Lucas
The Elite 4 listened to what his superior had to say, raising a hand in enthusiasm. " 'just used to call anyone sir! I shall call you Mark from now on then." Will spoke before he narrowed his brows and crossed his arms in protest. "THAT'S NOT FAIR! I suggested it first, Mark. You did not even intrude on my vacations, I was quite literally bored and you just made my day better by showing up!"
David
"Alright, alright. You may pay if you wish." *Marcus smiled sheepishly, sliding his wallet back into his pocket.* "I am glad I could make your day better."
Lucas
"Hehehehehe I always win in the end.~" He cooed happily before he smiled and took his wallet out of his pink shirt, and walked to the employee as he gave them a smile before he looked back at Marcus was a grin. "What would you like to eat then?" Will questioned before he himself thought about what he wanted. "I would love a buttered croissant right now!" He purred at that idea before he snapped out of that little bubble. "Oops, here I am daydreaming! Silly me!"
David
"You know me, William. I will quite literally eat anything as long as it's edible." *And it's true, considering he eats the Elite 4's burnt food when the kitchen catches on fire due to... "Unforeseen circumstances."*
Lucas
The psychic gazed over the champion's voice, squinting a little as he thought. Marcus was like a dad... So he needed to eat like a dad. "That is absolutely true. I remember that you ate my burnt dishes." He laughed a little at that before he blushed a little in embarrassment and looked back at the employee, ordering their snacks, paid and as he got what he ordered, handed Marcus his sandwich. "You are like our dad that always looks after us, so I thought you would need to eat like one!" Will laughed a little at that. Well, Marcus *Was* Like the father he never had the chance to truly have.
David
*Marcus chuckles alongside Will.* "That I am. Hold on a second. Let me get my list of sandwich based dad jokes." *Marcus reaches into his bag and flashes a paper bound book in his free hand, taking a bite of the sandwich in his other.* "What type of sandwich is always cold? A brr-ger!"