The thought that people could have died or disappeared from the school and no one noticed seemed even more far fetched. Loss of memory, maybe. But death? Eusine was certain the headmaster would step in by then.

"If you say so." The brunet was seriously doubting Giratina's words by now. But if the Pokemon wanted to believe that the mystical man was hanging onto his every words, then so be it. Anything to make the evening more bearable.

Thankfully the food arrived at that time. The turbot was placed in front of the student while Eusine's snapper quickly followed. The aroma of cooked fish floated about their table.

"It smells delicious," he smiled.