Jeremiah
Raihan decides to play along, draping the back of his hand against his forehead melodramatically. "Oh woe is me! Even on vacation I'm tight on time~" Sticking a tongue out at Harley, he proceeds to the main course meals. The steam coming off from them, indicating they're fresh and just made, was actually making him drool—and he's usually not a fan of food. Heck, he could live off of just curry if it had all the nutrients. Yet, all of this seem appetizing that he *Wished* He could eat more. From all his time young, he developed somewhat a small stomach from not eating so much.

"Oo, that's scary. Starving yourself isn't a good thing even for a contest... Then again, eating contests really is a waste of food." Grabbing tongs, he goes for some simple pasta they had. Then a good pun popped in his head and he covers his mouth with his hand to muffle. "Oh Arceus, pfft! I can see ya joining one. Of course, since I'd think ya'd have a stomach of *Steel*!" ... Oh well, that was a bad one. But Raihan cackled like it was the best joke ever created. "Huh? I never really thought it like that. Next time Lochnessa says no, I'll make sure to gift her with bountiful of food. Thanks for the advice~" Not having so much on his plate, he returns to their seat and motioned for a waitress over. He decided to order himself a light beer as a kickstarter. 

"Oi, oi, Harley, I needa ask ya something," He'd ask when she'd sit down. "Why steel-type, eh? I heard the Chairman kinda carries that type already." Since they're both here, might as well get to knowing each other more.
Robert
She shook her head from the shame in his terrible acting, picking and choosing little spoon fulls of things she'd enjoy. It was a buffet, after all, so she wanted a bit of everything. "Yeah, naw, I didnt mean starve myself literally, but, I've been in a contest once before. It was in the afternoon, so I just skipped breakfast and had an early dinner the day before." Harley explained. Once he made the joke, she hung her head in shame. 'So damn corny.' she thought. 

"Wooooooow, stomach of steel, I get it~" She replied with an exaggerated lack of enthusiasm. In her mind, though, it was pretty good; stupid jokes tended to be the best. "Also, very true. When a woman is angry, she probably wants food." Harley mentioned, finishing up with her plate and following him back. She ordered water as he asked the question, sitting across from him. "Oh- I mean, just because the Chairman has steel type doesn't mean I can't do a gym for it. He's not a part of the gym battles; he just oversees them."

She explained this whilst shrugging. "He's probably matching the whole aesthetic of his company thing... But me, I chose steel because of their defense... But maybe they match my aesthetic as well." Harley continued with a chuckle as she pointed to her piercings. "Probably similar to Piers. Former dark-type gym leader with a punk aesthetic."
Jeremiah
"This is very ground breaking to me. I guess I'm one to talk about keeping my form, but girls really are beasts, eh?" A bottle of beer was passed to Raihan and he nods in thanks. A lime was stuck on the lip of it and he squeezes the juices of it in the drink. "Man, honestly all this talk is making me miss Nessa. I've haven't gotten to talk to her so much on here. Probably hanging out with her bestie, Sonia." Rotomphone flies out his pocket and circles the lanky male like a fruit fly, meanwhile, he'd quickly shoot it looks as it scrolled through his social media pages for updates. Funny most are on the island. Yep. Definitely all of Galar is basically here.

"Yeah and he ain't a gym leader too. Just thought ya were looking up to him or something. As for me, dontcha like my aesthetic? Fierce but sexy~" Okay, that got awkward real quick. He finally starts eating. Very slowly as if each bite would be his last. He makes sure to tell himself, in his head, to keep chewing. At the mention of Piers again, he can't help but bask at the fact they're dating. He really needs someone here to kick his ass down a few notches- "Ya and P should start talking. I can actually getcha a one way thicket meeting him." Little did he know. "Both of ya are like punk rats. Good kinds. I can see why ya like the dude."
Ralph
She nodded and looked at his beer before seeing her water come, sipping some of it and starting to eat. "Ah, Nessa seems super sweet. Haven't met her either." She commented while taking some bites.

"Yeah I still look up to him. He still was a gym leader. Not now but, at one point." She replied, rolling her eyes from his extra comment. "Personally, the orange isn't doing it for me~" She replied with partial honesty. She was cool with his fashion, but she honestly wasn't too big of an orange fan.

"I've spoken to him for a brief moment, at the bowling alley." She spoke with a small smile. "He was chill. Ate some pizza, talked and bowled. He's a bit more stone-faced, but it's not easy to fluster him at all. You on the other hand..."

She snickered and sipped her drink. "Opposites attract i guess, but I never suspected you two were dating when I met him. You gave it all away... The one who wants to protect him from the paparazzi, heh~" She reached over and lightly flicked his head in a joking manner. ".... One big thing we talked about was his future. He doesn't know what he wants to do now."