The streets wound across the buildings until they came up against a nice Kanto store, the smell of noodles assailing the pair. "Come on in!" Exclaimed the owner as Lusamine pushed the door open. "Okonoyami and Ramen. Our specialties. What will you two ladies be having?" asked the owner, a heavyset Alolan man.

"Beef, a bowl and a Okonomiyaki," said Lusamine, knowing the "beef" was obviously the stuff that was grown naturally.