Plans. Now that was something Sammy was interested in if it meant getting the hell out of here and moving on. He was not that interested in lunch, however, since being annoyed sort of overrode his hunger for the moment. If he was hungry later on he had supplies in his bag he could munch on to hold him over until they reached Cerulean City. However, if Serafine decided she was hungry that was another story, and he could never ignore her when she was hungry. The Flareon was almost like a little terror on an empty stomach and that thought made him somewhat uneasy. She didnâ€™t have it in her to be mean, but she could be annoying as hell. And since he didnâ€™t exactly contain her in a Pokeball, Sammy knew he would have a fun time on his hands if she acted up.<br/><br/>â€œDo share your plans, Iâ€™m all ears to anything anyone has in mind,â€ Sammy said, raising an eyebrow. Odd was rambling on about wanting a Clefairy; he just waved the guy off. He seemed like he was probably a little nutty anyway and he wasnâ€™t particularly interested in the speech, as amusing as it was, aside from getting through Mt Moon. He was right that they were here to reach their goals essentially. And these idiots were keeping them from that destiny and it was pissing him off greatly.<br/><br/>It was probably for the best that he heard the plans of these people out anyway. The plans he had for getting through were not thatâ€¦ well, they werenâ€™t exactly the best ideas since they mainly involved Raâ€™al stirring up trouble with his infamous poisonpowder sneeze. Or, of course, Serafine could act all cute and distract everyone then unleash her fire blast and burn everyone to a crispâ€¦ If only she had it in her to do just thatâ€¦ Or he could just hand out a few black eyesâ€¦ Yeah, horrible plans; Sammy was never one for planning. It was another thing that often drove his family crazy, as much as they loved him. Though as much as he wanted to he knew it was better to listen to what the others had to say first before he went in guns blazing.<br/><br/>Just another bad habit of his: he was often a bit too rash for his own good and he knew it. Sammy, when irate, was often not exactly a bright person so to speak.<br/><br/>That being said going to the Center was probably a good idea either way. He looked to Serafine, who just seemed to stare off at the mountain absently, probably thinking about the Clefairy some more, and smiled a bit before looking to the group again. â€œIâ€™m not hungry and my Chikorita is already all healed up, but I wonâ€™t protests against going back to the Center for a bit, if thatâ€™s what weâ€™re doing for the time being.â€ And who knows, maybe if they were to discuss plans on getting through he could casually mention his own plans. He also really did not want to spend money for a short cut when they could just put their heads together and plow through the front door one way or another.