Jake just nodded a little in response to Lydia, looking out at the festival grounds, and watching her out of the corner of his eye.<span style="color: green">“I don’t envy the job she has to tame that Growlithe.  Not even slightly.  She really has her work cut out for her.  Makes me glad I have had Eve since she was born.”</span>He agreed.  Likeing to idea of a match with her if she ever got control of her pokemon.  After a moment he smiled a little.<span style="color: green">“Yeah, it was hard to ignore the conversation in the onsen.  I’m Jacob.”</span>He introduced himself.  Offering his hand out to shake.  Not seeming to notice or care at all about any accent to her voice.<br/><br/>After that, whether she shook his hand or not, he responded.<span style="color: green">“Yeah, he was.  Haven’t decided on a name yet, but caught him on the trip here.  Definitely a little more rare here than anywhere else I think.”</span><br/><br/>Before they could get much further in the conversation, Brollem came back.  Jake immediately got back to work  to finish what they were setting.<span style="color: green">“I feel a bit sorry for her, but if she can train him, then she will have a very strong pokemon at her side.  I don’t have it any easier though.”</span>He agreed, though thinking a bit about his own problem pokemon.  As he thoguth he helped Brollem lift the beams he was lifting.<br/><br/>He smiled a bit, still listening to the old man.<span style="color: green">“I may take you up on that offer Brollem.  I think my Bulbasaur actually wanted to fight your Primeape as he watched the fight.  At least it looked like he did.  Though that may have to be tomorrow so I can get him to at least understand a few of the attack names in English.”</span>Jake said, accepting the challenge.  Though who knows how much trouble Eve will get him in since he is planning to leave her out of the fight.  She and him already worked together enough that he didn’t have to give too many commands.<br/><br/>Soon, Jake followed the old man to help with the carrying arms, and he was starting to sweat lightly, barely noticeably at the work.<span style="color: green">“Hey… Umm, quick question.  For helping with al this, do you think some people around town would be willing to give us some spare cloths?  The outfit I was wearing when we showed up I think was my last set of good, non-wrecked clothing.  And maybe some spare food before we leave the town to continue our travels?  I lost a good portion of my stuff last night.” </span>He said… until he was distracted by a voice he definitely knew.<br/><br/>Jake turned to watch Aisha approach, and immediately couldn’t help a little blush as the kimono she wore was very… flattering.  Especially with how much cleavage it was showing.<span style="color: green">“Umm… Hey Aisha.  Haven’t seen you since going to the Onsen.  … Were you I nthere this whole time?”</span>He had to ask because it was obvious her hair was still very wet.   Though his voice was a little more embarrassed than normal with the sight of her chest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>