â€œWe could probably do lunch, though it seems like a terrible shame to waste good daylight; though I suppose that doesnâ€™t much matter if weâ€™re going in a cave.â€ Jack reasoned. â€œIâ€™m pretty sure I can convince this Professor to let me take a small group in. Of course, if anyone causes trouble Iâ€™ll just have Irvine shred them to ribbons; Iâ€™d be putting my academic honor on the line.â€<br/><br/>Jack looked down at the nimble ice type and chewed his lip a little; sure, Irvineâ€™s boundless aggression could probably be distracted by the endless Zubats that Mt. Moon was infamous for, but he worried about anyone else that would come with him. He didnâ€™t really know anyone else here too well given that they all seemed keen on small talk, but not much on anything worthwhile. Jack wasnâ€™t sure he was willing to put his reputation on the line for some people heâ€™d shared a campfire with. If he got out of hand, Irvine could at least potentially be contained with his pokeball, or by letting poor shades take the brunt of his rage long enough for Kicks to go into a psychopathic revenge-rage in response. Either or.<br/><br/>â€œI mean, we really donâ€™t have any easy ways around. The woods are pretty thick around the base of the mountain, and beyond that the terrainâ€™s unforgiving as well. Hiking over isnâ€™t even worth considering.â€ Jack reasoned, stuffing his hands in his pockets after letting Kicks down. â€œPokecenter works for me. What about you, Irvine? I figure youâ€™d like to get out of the sun for a while.â€<br/><br/>Jack shifted Kicksâ€™ weight in his arms and started heading back to the pokecenter with the dispersing crowd. â€œWell, it seems like weâ€™re gonna be with largely the same group as we go on from here. Might as well relax until we can actually get going. At worst weâ€™ll just have time to battle or train if weâ€™ve got to wait out the whole ceremony.â€<br/><br/>Jack grinned a bit and cast his gaze back down at Irvine â€œOr we can go back and see if Brock will let us kick his ass again.â€