Stuart
He seems stubborn with the fact though. While opening the box, he tries reasoning with her. "I'm telling you, they're fans! This curry box is almost rare. As the strongest trainer of Galar-" He cockily beats his chest once. "-it gets sold out fast. But... The taste is about normal." It's almost an offense that such a mediocre curry mix has him on the cover. Or is Leon just thinking that because he was forced to try so much of their samples until it was "Perfect?" Meanwhile as Harley is preparing the berries, Leon picked at the plastic packaging that held the curry. "Oh? I admit it could, er, be my fault for riling them up—at my end. What happened to you? Aside from talking to that cop that you mentioned earlier."

Leon tilts his head from the mention of Raihan's name. "Did he get sick?" He haven't been seeing much of his rival since coming to this island. Besides the occasional "Passing by." He missed it in a way. They didn't always have to battle. Hanging out was always another option. Still, since they're out of Galar, might as well meet new people, right? "It's probably because he's always on that Rotomphone of his all day." He says that with a slight chuckle. The guy is addicted to his self portraits—selfies. "Tell him to come on by! We could make curry together!" And that's when the curry package finally ripped opened, and some of its content dust the counter and air. It caused Leon to sneeze.
Dorothy
"In all honesty, it's probably just the people that run the mansion." She replied, bringing the berries out and setting them on one of the counters. "Not to be rude- seriously. It's just, this town has a bad rep to me now."

Harley then started looking around for bowl to wash the berries in, basically just opening and closing a bunch of cabinets until she found one. "Ah, no, he ain't sick. He's probably as mad as I am." She explained, sighing heavily. "Long story short, Teddiursa got stuck in a bear trap, so we took the whole group and a cop accused us of being all suspicious. So we both got mad after having a pretty decent day of eating some food and riding around on my Copperajah."

After finally finding a bowl, she brought it over to put the berries inside, setting it under the sink and letting water run down to wash it all. Harley then pulled her phone out, per Leon's request, to contact Raihan about joining them.

*'Morning Raihan. Leon wants you to come make curry with us. Mostly for him and the Pokémon.'* Harley typed it all out and sent the text, letting the phone fly back into her pocket. "Ah, to be fair, he really wasn't on his phone much. Maybe it's just a public stunt or something. Or maybe he uses it to combat social anxiety? Hm, I dunno."
Stuart
He seemed awed... As much as he could before scrunching his face up and sneezing again. "Raihan mad? That's rare." If anything, he always saw the dragon trainer *Determined* More than angry. Maybe frustrated? He saw those blue eyes of his glowing within that dusty Sandstorm trick of his. Under his breath, Leon coughs into his face. "I... Wouldn't blame them if they find us suspicious-" Not to refer back to his and Allister's shenanigans. He collects the curry powder in a bowl and searched for a measuring cup for the water—per the instructions. "Bear trap, huh?" That reminded him of the low security when he first came here. "Maybe it's been left back from the crooks who were here earlier on? They're probably gone now. I've heard there was this gang that robbed people's Pokémon before too, but I should've known this island is full of strong trainers. So, they were stopped quickly. Ah, well, before I could come in to help anyway."

Harley's phone rung from a notification and it flies out from her pocket to show her. *"Morinin. Nah, i dont eat breakfast."* It read.

Leon wondered about that. "That's a big stunt he's pulling then. Social anxiety—no way!" Although he's barely saying anything on the matter... Maybe he's keeping it a secret. Leon cross his arms and decides to throw a joke. "He's probably attention seeking. Raihan has Piers to get him out from bed, so don't worry about him." He cleared his throat, receives that measuring cup, and rinses it. It felt a little awkward after he said that, as if there's some kind of bitterness.
Dorothy
Harley awkwardly grabbed a nearby napkin, handing it over as she moved the berries around to wash them off. "Yeah, frustrated I guess. I'm too frustrated to explain it in larger words other than mad.. But anyways, it was stressful." She replied, raising a brow. "Crooks, robbing Pokémon? But- if they were robbing Pokémon, why would they nearly kill them? It kinda makes sense... Just- ugh, I wanna find them myself and palm strike their noses."

Harley grumpily popped a berry in her mouth as she saw the phone fly up with the reply. "Ugh, the hell does he mean he doesn't eat breakfast? He doesn't even eat a lot... I'm kinda worried. He's a skinny dude." She spoke, grabbing the phone and replying *'You need food.'* Followed by an angry emoticon.

"He's got a bunch of fans, and I bet that comes with a bunch of doubt and backlash, trying to be perfect for them..." Harley suggested, finding a strainer to then strain the excess water. "He keeps his fans happy, then probably goes on home and tries to make sure he's pleasing them all. Kinda like my sis... Shes always trying to make sure she's a perfect influence for the town... Trying to get Kabu's attention."