The pikachu simply devoured the food he'd laid out for it, proving once and for all that the food bar was more appealing to the pokemon pallet than that of man. Duke was watching it edge closer to Max warily, then leaned forward, yawned, and went to sleep. The ever-vigilant sentinel was uninterested.<br/><br/>The pokemon sniffed its way up onto Max's knee, he presumed looking for more treats, resting its tiny paws there.<br/><br/>"I only have more of the same, sweetie," he told it gently. "Are you thirsty? I think I have some water," he reached into his bag and removed his one quart nalgene water bottle. He screwed off the wide cap, and left it open on the ground in front of him. It seemed wide enough that the pokemon the size of the pikachu would have no problem drinking from it.<br/><br/>"Sorry about the taste, I had to purify the water from the stream so I wouldn't get sick," He explained, wondering if pokemon even understood human words.