Jesse
Well, after getting dragged back to his seat, Leon was over his shoulder asking what he wanted to drink. They *Did* In fact have the drink from back in the game room, but Allister also had gotten sick from that one. "Eh... N-not the drink fr'm the mansion. H-how bout that?" He asked, pointing to a fruity looking drink called "Tropical Sunrise". Kind of a weird name, but he was thirsty.
Dorothea
Leon stares straight ahead as the others are taking a small break to do whatever. Piers and Raihan seem to be talking together, deciding on a song maybe? It's supposed to be the Piers' turn next, but the Galar champ thought he heard the two mentioned a duet in their conversation and Leon sinks away from them. Ever since this island, those besties of his are as thick as thieves. He wonders what's going on. When his Rotomphone vibrated, Leon checked it and saw the message from Victor. He shoots the protagonist a glare before shoving his Rotomphone away in his pocket.

He's not too salty ~~actually he is~~ that he's not getting the damn attention he deserves! He's still scrolling through the menu, trying to decide on his own drink when Allister gave his answer. "I'll—just go with water..." He says to Allister because at least *Someone^ is listening to him. He's not sure why his mood suddenly dipped. Well. It could be he feels left out sometimes ~~no, he's salty from not getting praised, damn it.~~ But if Victor could sense his bitterness, he has to smile to hide his true feelings. "Singing is hard!" He starts while lifting the corners of his mouth. "I can't wait to hear you, Allister." He nudges the kid next to him. "I wouldn't be surprised if you're good since you're so talented already." The violin playing at the plaza and then the Pokémon battle he had with the kid made Leon discover how much of a prodigy the ghost-type gym leader is.
Jesse
Was Leon okay? Everyone else seemed to be having fun, and Nessa had stepped out to go to the bathroom after her song, but he seemed... Bothered by something. Maybe it was really nothing, but for some reason, he seemed to stick out for being the least cheerful of the bunch. A rare sight for Leon. Maybe it was because Victor may, *May* Have outperformed him in the singing. Or maybe it was something else, who even knows.

Anyways, Allister got his drink from his friend, who had for some reason just gotten water, ~~Or was singing that hard~~, and took a sip. "Mmm! Aah... Y-you... Don' wanna hear me sing," The boy admitted. "S-sounds just awful, honest. 'M just trying t-to sneak out at the right moment." He shrugged, taking another sip. It was kind of no secret, at least to people who really knew him, that other than training ghosts, Allister was *Really* Talented when it came to music. But he definitely didn't think singing was his thing. Still, Leon's sudden shift in mood began to bother the kid, and he looked at his friend with a little frown.
"Mmm... Wh-what happened?'
Dorothea
"Nothing," He says naturally, like it's always something he says when asked about himself. Look, Leon loves talking about himself—and he would! But if it's something personal, he rather not. So he continues shifting the conversation to Allister. "You want to leave? I would say that too, but we can't be bad sports!" It's pretty contradicting with how his mood just turned. "At least try it once. I think everyone would be interested to hear you sing." He sits back on the couch and puts his arms behind his head to relax. "Hold on. Are you the type to sing in the shower?"
Jesse
The young gym leader shook his head, as he slowly sipped on the fruit drink. "Nuh..." Yes, he did want to leave, but seeing Leon upset compelled him to stay. Call it unusual, but Allister didn't really want to leave him to be upset. "I-I'll stay for now. So y-you have someone to talk to," He explained. Looking around, and realizing that everyone else was doing their own thing. "Mm... I-I don' know," He sighed, since he was about 99% sure no one wanted to hear him sing. Although, he was apparently ignoring everything they said in texts, but that was just the way he was sometimes.
*"Hold on. Are you the type to sing in the shower?"*
"I-I don' sing," Allister said bluntly. He laughed a bit, since while he didn't sing in the shower, he *Would* Sometimes sing along when listening to music. "L-lemme guess, you do?" He joked. "Hm. I-I jus' think 'bout random things in the shower. U-usually hafta write em down... Or I forget."
Dorothea
Leon was sort of touched from Allister deciding to stay because of him. Did he mean that much for the small boy? All Leon did was pull him around and getting both of them in trouble—isn't that a lot more stressful? Kid's weird... Then again, they all are. "You can't assume they *Won't*—" And then he was hit back with the singing-in-the-shower-thing! "I-I was just asking!" Leon replies hastily as his eyes shot around for anyone who could've heard. Good. No one. Well since it's just between the two, the Galar champ leans in close to Allister and confirms it. ".... Yes." In those walls, they echoed well and made his voice better! He felt betrayed... By those darn shower walls! "What do you think about most of the time in the shower anyway?" He asks to cover up for his embarrassing confession. Although, he kind of already knows it might be something involving the poor boy's self-esteem...
Jesse
"Course," Allister snickered. Holing his hand up to his mouth. Why wasn't he surprised that Leon sang in the shower? Maybe that's why he was able to sing his heart out in front of everyone else without fear. Or maybe it was just because of who he was as a person.
*"What do you think about most of the time in the shower anyway?"*
"Ah..." Allister paused, sighing just a little. He tapped his fingers on his leg, trying to figure out how to word it. Because, in all honesty, it wouldn't be news if it was about his self esteem. But this wasn't exactly the time or place to complain about how much he didn't like his face, or his eyes, or the fact that he would eventually become the conventional girl his father always wanted, whether he liked it or not.
"M-mostly random things," He eventually lied. "Ideas, c-conversations from the day. Um... Whether o-or not Yorke's gonna kill me," He joked, remembering back to that morning.
"Oh, um. L-Leon? Question... Do y-you like living in Wyndon?" Odd question, but the boy had his reasons.
Dorothea
"So showering is just another way for you to think back on your day?" Leon should probably do that, too. Allister didn't clarify what kind of thoughts, whether it be good or bad. "I kind of feel bad... For Yorke. He died away from home?" He had to keep his voice low so that the others wouldn't hear. Allister is the only one that knows of the travesty right now, but he bet the others would grow livid from it. "I'm not suggesting anything when I say this, but that room would be a good place to hold a courage test one day... Or they should completely destroy it. Amelia was there. I'm not sure why she haven't done anything to keep it from the guests." Weird.

"Wyndon is a terrific place! It's full of excitement and energy! Even the air is always buzzing with life!" Leon's mood seem to be lifting as he recalls his living place. "That kind of energy always hypes you up for a battle so I love it!" He spreads his arms out as he's explaining. "You'd love it! But." He smiles warmly at Allister. "Postwick is pretty nice, too." Thinking back to it, the champ needs to visit home more often. He misses his mum, and his baby brother! Well, he's on this island so he'll have to see him more later! "How about Stow-on-Side? It seems hot so I'm surprised your dark outfit doesn't bake you." He reaches forward and lifts the sleeve of Allister's uniform.
Jesse
"S-sounds weird to me..." Allister mumbled, mostly to himself. Why would the owner of the island let something that dangerous just stick around, if she cared about her guests (or at least cared about the idea of them) so much. He shrugged. The young gym leader finished off the rest of his drink as he listened to Leon talk about Wyndon. It was kind of like the champion's new home, and if you didn't know him, it was hard to believe he was from a small town on the edge of the region. But Allister highly doubted he would like it there. Too much noise, too many people and pointless things to do. But Leon did bring up a good question.

"Well," Allister started. He yanked his arm away with little grumble. "I-It's not so bad..." He shrugged. "I f-find things to do. Don't a-actually get burnt that often cause 'm inside or in the shade." It was a pretty common sight in his town to see Allister just chilling under a porch or in a nook, with a cold drink. Lots of people probably wondered if he was okay, but he was. "Mmm... I-I don' think my trainers see it the same way," He admitted with a snort. "Surprised th-they don' complain more, but I guess 'm their boss... Wow..." Allister paused, taking a moment to think that over. "'m their boss... Huh, m-must be nice not having trainer to deal with, huh?"
Dorothea
Leon's brow lifts. "Yeah, not having to deal with trainers are fine! I feel a bit less responsible." Allister must mean the *Gym* Trainers, right? As the champion, he wouldn't need to look over someone or tell them what to do! He's a free man! Well, aside from having to listen to Oleana bend his ear over *Nothing* Sometimes. Actually, that raised a hypothetical question to him. "Hey, what if... You became champion?" He says this a bit more curtly ~~still suffering from salt of their precious battle~~. "I'm not sure about gym leaders but you guys don't need to have the same typing all the time, right? But you're still connected to one anyway?" For example, Raihan. His rival is the supposed "Dragon-type gym leader" But only half of his team is even that type! "I'm not sure what gym type I would stand in for... Not that I'm going to lose my champion position." He glances at Allister. "*Officially*."
Jesse
Huh, imagine that. Allister as a champion? Probably was never gonna happen. Even though he was technically still young enough to challenge the league again, but he doubted he'd ever do that. "Mmm. I-I guess it'd be... A lot?" He asked, with a little shrug. "Um, b-but I wouldn' g-give up my job to be champi'n or anything. S-sounds like too many people..." There was than, and the boy just genuinely loved his job, and his friends, that he got to dedicate his career to now.
"N-no. We c'n h-have other types. 'M just a bit... *Too* Partial to ghosts, I s'pose," He admitted. Leon always struck him as a dragon trainer, even though Charizard wasn't even a dragon. For some reason, Allister still didn't understand it, but for some reason. "Y-you'd be a dragon type leader. B-but tha's just my opinion. Hmm... S-sometimes I consider g-getting something dark or fairy type. H-helps with that weakness." For a while, Allister had considered getting an espeon, or a sylveon, "B-but then I couldn' talk to it. Cept f-for Moon. I can still t-talk to my Mimikyu."
Dorothea
"Having two dragon-types would be something. At least me and Raihan wouldn't stop being rivals then." He stretches out a bit. "Would be good if you have another type with you, Allister. Make the league more interesting and challenging!" Because Leon only wants the *Best* When it comes to him challenging them. Some, he wonders how they make it up there and he *Hopes* It's not because someone felt bad for them and allow them through. *Cough cough*. "Dragapult is my only dragon-type—oh!" He gets closer to Allister, clasping onto the kid's arm as an interesting idea pops in his head. "What if, if I was a steel-type gym leader? I was thinking I should wear a knight's armour while carrying around Aegislash. It'll be—" He places his hands on his hips and start guffawing. "It'll be the coolest thing! Don't you think? I'm already thinking up quotes! Maybe... 'I'll be your iron wall!' Something like that!" Of course he's just fancying the idea, but it's not like Leon would be a gym leader *Ever*! How preposterous is that! 

"Communicating wirh Pokémon aren't too difficult, even if they don't talk. John is very expressive." ~~He knows when the Charizard is done with his crap.~~ "Have your Pokémon ever got mad at you, though?"
Jesse
Two dragon type leaders? Sure, guess he didn't think about that. But not like it was actually going to happen. "Mmm... N-new type? W-would hafta be a ghost still... O-otherwise I can't t-talk to it," He explained. At least, he wouldn't like not being able to talk to it, and know what the pokemon would be thinking all the time. It's not like beating him was *That* Easy. There was that one guy, Jax? Or something. Who got furious at him, kicked star, and Allister just kind of said "Screw it," And let him win on his third try. It was for his friend, alright? Not Star's fault Allister loved spamming curse.

*"Dragapult is my only dragon-type—oh!"*
"EEK!" Allister squeaked when Leon grabbed onto his arm, immediately going stiff before he calmed down.
"Wait... S-so you'd be a steel typ leader?" He asked. "M-mkay then?" Where would Leon even go, what town? Then again, steel did sort of sound right next to Bea's fighting types. But he wasn't sure if the champion's idea was a good one..."Th-that might not be a great idea." The boy tried to free his arm, but Leon was still hugging it. He eventually just let it happen...
"Mmm... B-but I don' just communicate with them. I-I talk to them. With words," He explained.
*"Have your Pokémon ever got mad at you, though?"*
"M-mad? C-course they have. Ghosts 're m-moody little things sometimes." ~~Just like Allister himself~~ "B-but they like their rewards nd stuff. Some of 'em j-just get grumpy when I don't give them enough attention." He admitted.
"Why-why do you ask? A-also, just me, or is everyone k-kind of doing their own thing now..."
Edna
A duet? Piers was a solo singer at heart. But of course he could make some changes if it wss for Raihan. Well, it wasn't going to be too obvious either, he hoped. 
"Guess I'm pickin' a song and goin' next." He was thinking that the others would have more to sing. It would be hard to stop Piers if he started now, but if they were okay with it, then... He'd be going with it. 

He takes the electronic song tablet and types it up, then waits for it to pop up on the screen he took one of the mics and tossed it to Rai, givin him a quick grin. "Ain't gotta worry about not knowin' the song, I'm sure ya will. It's a classic song." 

He found the other mic and got ready. Wait, they didn't decide on who was singing what "Ey Rai, ya get the girl part, kay?" He knew that might get him to respond negatively but oh well, the song was starting. 

*Listen baby, ain't no mountain high,
Ain't no valley low, ain't no river wide enough baby,* 

He starts, closing his eyes as soon as he found his voice. He made sure to hold the notes a little longer, and nodded his head to beat. He glanced over to Raihan when it was his turn to join in, even though the lyrics were colored for each part on the screen. He got ready for the chorus part, which was hopefully recognizable to everyone around. Well, maybe. 

*'Cause baby there ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe.*

The song was pretty straightforward from then on, Piers made sure to switch up, harmonize and keep the emotions of the song while *Trying* Not to stare at Raihan the entire time.