The thief jumped; his company's method of grabbing his attention was successful. For a moment he stared at him with parted lips, looking pretty dumb about the whole thing as though he didn't understand what he was being told. Then he nodded forcefully. "O-Okay! I'll do that, right away!"

Which he did. He stared intently at the menu, its laminated pages bending under his grip. The waiter was a little astonished at his mood swings as well, blinking in confusion. Finally, Ron's head dropped to his shoulder; he looked up hopelessly at Giratina.

"I don't know what I would even want."