(Whoop, I knew I was forgetting something.)<br/><br/><br/>Bishop groaned as he trudged over. "I suppose I can't starve..." he says as he pulls out his Pokeballs. "At least some of us will get to eat well." he released his own morphs, Isaac, Prometheus, Freya, and Clarice.<br/><br/><br/>"Ah, looks like we're setting up camp. Took less time than I thought, I thought I felt a little more bumpiness than usual from inside my Pokeball, haw." Prometheus chuckled.<br/><br/><br/>"We should eat while we can, and build up our strength for what's to come." Isaac nodded.<br/><br/><br/>The group was so excited (and distressed, in Bishop's case) about eating that they did not notice the wild Weedle.