Yoshi was so glad that Grayson allowed him to sleep there under the blankets with him, and it didn't take long for him to finally fall asleep, cuddled up next to the older man, and Torchic being held in Yoshi's arms. The night slipped by without another thought, and it was morning once more. He was having a good dream, but suddenly a sensation of being tickled woke him up, and he laughs, yawning as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Before he brushed his teeth though he changed clothes, wearing the outfit he'd first met Grayson in. Following the teeth brushing, the two of them went to the place they had dinner at the night before, and sits across from Grayson, Torchic on the seat next to him. He was quiet as the man ordered their food, and when it came he just sat there, staring at it on the plate. The only bit he actually liked was the orange juice and the milk, but everything else...blah. He'd already drank the orange juice.<br/><br/>"I wanna walk to Petalburg, so I can catch some more Pokemon." There were a few he was sure he hadn't caught yet along that route. Apparently after a moment or two Grayson noticed that he wasn't eating, and then spoke up about it. Looking up as the older male spoke, Yoshi groans under his breath, but gives in, not missing the subtle hint of a punishment if he didn't. Picking up a piece of the bacon, he bites in to it. It wasn't like regular bacon but it was okay... Next he picked up the fork and began to pick at the pancakes, taking tiny nibbles of it before realizing he really did like it. Dumping the fruit on top with the peanut butter, he looks around and goes over to the waitress, tugging at her skirt to make her lean over so he could whisper in her ear. She then stands up straight, a look on her face as if in thought, then nods, giving Yoshi the thumbs up sign. She goes to the back for a second, and returns to Yoshi, pulling something from the pocket of her apron, and hands it to him. He then returns to the table, climbing up on the seat, dumping what was in his hands on to the table. They were small packs of syrup, which he opens and dumps on his pancakes. "Much better." And he knew that Grayson couldn't disapprove, since they were sugar free. This all finished he begins to eat, and finishes everything on his plate, and finishes everything off with the milk. "That was tasty." He smiles at Grayson, before sticking a finger in his mouth, since he'd gotten some syrup on himself.