Wes' mental state after the call, yet still very weak, allowed him to fill the grumbling stomachs of himself and his Pokemon. Before he left the room that had been his hiding place, he splashed water on his face from the sink in order to wake himself up. Additionally, he combed through his hair and cleaned off his smudged glasses. The group was out of the door in minutes and speed-walking down the hall with a buzz from the PDA in his pocket.
Upon arriving, Wes' mouth had begun to water at the scent filtering through the lower levels of the dorm building. The party rushed into line and stockpiled their trays full of goodies. Wes grabbed a ham sandwich, a dill pickle, an apple, and a bottled water. For his Pokemon, he picked up a few status healing berries from the selection and three half-full bowls of Poke-kibble. Growlithe, Shieldon, Dratini, and Wes exited the line and headed for the always seemingly empty table that they had eaten at the day before. As a team, they sliced the berries into the bowls with knives, claws, paws, and tails alike. The world was really starting to look up for the family as they began to dig into the BTU grub.
For a moment, his mind wandered to Alan and the group that had chosen to go with him to pick up the party supplies. I wonder where they are now? he thought to himself as he took a generous bite of the ham sandwich in his hands.
