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"That isn't even logical. Gloom is a noun, and Voltorb doesn't say 'Ball.' It does not even say any word other than its name."

"[I then told him, 'Why would I need to go to college? I already have a stem.']" Sunny seemed to laugh. "[Poor Normal types. They have no joke-making opportunities.]"

Sableye, scampering along, took interest in the conversation ahead. "[Why is 'stem' so funny?]"

"[If I explained the joke, it wouldn't be funny. Have you ever found a joke funny after it is explained, Rotor?]"

Finally, the trees cleared out, the road was crusted with gravel, and a few city-skirting apartments could be seen.
"Must be the outskirts of Bastion City." Steph said, cringing at her redundancy when she spotted a sign that said "Outskirts of Bastion City."
Was there even an outskirts part before? Ugh, I can't really remember. All this walking is jarring my brain.
"Do you think we could find a bus to take us to the police department?" Steph asked Seth.

"Two days? I don't know. Lepida taking us out confused my sense of time."
Steph tilted her head, considering.
"I don't even remember the day I was in Calleo's Gym. I guess I could ask Calleo, and then we would know how much time passed since the start of this...detour."

"That would tell us the time, but it wouldn't tell us how much time elapsed since the day we were taken. Knowing it's August 4 won't help if you don't know you were abducted in May 13."

"What are you doing?" Steph furrowed her brow in puzzlement and peered over Seth's shoulder. Why would a Pokémon encyclopedia know where a restaurant was?

"Why would you use a Pokédex for that? Knowing a Farfetch'd is edible won't bring one to you."
Steph stopped peering over his shoulder and scanned the surroundings. "There's probably a greater density of restaurants in the city. If we could find a bus, it could take us someplace near a restaurant. Or we could simply ask someone for directions."

"Humph." Steph grunted. She didn't think of herself as anti-technology, having used a PokéNav herself in her Hoenn journey, but GPS? She didn't even know what that was.
"Looks like a bus stop." She remarked. The Pokédex showed a location labelled Bastion Transit Stop #4.

(Note: I don't know whether Seth and Steph are on the Anchore side a mile off Bastion City. Assume, if they are not, that the Pokédex sometimes gives faulty instructions.)
"Pancakes. Yes, definitely better." Steph remarked upon reading the name Bibarel Pancake House. "It's even close to a public bus stop. I'm used to walking a lot, but Bombur is huge."

Soon Seth and Steph arrived at a rounded, brownish Bibarel-lodge-like building that looked like it was made of wood. There was a faint sound of the thunks and blasts of a Pokémon battle behind the establishment.

"I'll pay for it." Steph offered before they entered. "Being the Champion of Hoenn and Sinnoh has its monetary perks."

"Yeah, I did." Steph answered as the entered the lobby. "Remember Lepida's first conversation with us? She said, 'Hello, Champion of Hoenn and Sinnoh.' Sableye here was even on my Hoenn League team." That reminded her: were Pokémon even allowed in the restaurant?

Steph walked up to the man by the counter, who wore a fashionable striped beanie. "Are Pokémon allowed in this restaurant?"

"As an establishment that caters to Trainers, it is in the spirit of our business to let our patrons--"--here the man shuffled to grab a script--"keep their Pokémon outside of their Balls. However, the following Pokémon are not permitted in the indoor portion of the establishment: Grimer, Muk, Koffing, Weezing, Wailmer, Wailord---I could go on, but so long as it's not a danger or nuisance to other patrons or provides an obstacle to the waiters, it's allowed."

The man's jaw dropped. "Oh my Nukhelios! Is that a Sunkern?"

"Is that bad?"

"No no no. It's just...it brings a tear---a manly one, mind you---to my eye to see a grown Trainer such as yourself bringing a Pokémon famous for being pathetic to our establishment. You must really care."

Feeling awkward, Steph recalled Sunny.

The man cleared his throat. "Right this way."