[May blinks in surprise. That was... terse. Oh well, it's clear to her by now that that's probably just the way Paul is. No sense in making a fuss over it.]

Well, we're hardly going to stop training! We've got a Grand Festival to win, right guys?

[She's met with an enthusiastic cheer from all. Clearly, her Pokemon feel the same way.

...One has a little more on its mind at the moment, however. Munchlax has shut its eyes and is deeply sniffing the air - when a sudden burst of speed propels him behind Paul and in an instant, greedy little hands are reaching for his backpack.

Oh shoot, why now Munchlax? May sternly calls out:]

Munchlax! Cut that out, you can't do that to a stranger!

[It freezes, but remains exactly where it stands, readying itself to beg for the food with that blank expression of its.]