Marshall huffs at Angie as she complains about sleeping.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Just get up, you lazy Eevee. You'll need the food and you know it."</span><br/>Just as she gets up, marshall marches over to the feeding spot. He had gotten used to the food now - it didn't taste as horrible anymore. Bland, yes, but edible.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"I also suggest you make a few chats with the others of decent age today. Make sure that we're all on the same page."</span><br/>He slumps down next to the little bulbasaur boy, who by now had come to. The little boy seemed reluctant to eat the slop they were served - understandably enough.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"You should eat, little man. This stuff tasted bad, but going hungry all day is worse."</span><br/>The boy frowns at the food.<br/><span style="color: #008000">"But it tastes yucky! I don't want it."</span><br/>Marshall frowns at the boy.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"If you don't just swallow it, like a proper man, what will the others think of you?</span><br/>The boy frowns, then starts eating. Small bits, and reluctantly, and he stops fairly quickly - but he eats.