Green, meanwhile, had been summoned into the kitchen by the reliably lovely smell of his room mate's pancakes. Despite the combative personalities of the two guests, the Gym Leader himself seemed much less antagonistic than usual lately. Almost like a neutered puppy. He pulled a chair out for himself, dressed in jeans and white t-shirt, and took a seat without a word to either Shadow or Mondo. He spoke only to Zelda.

"Zel, can I have blueber--" he suddenly changed his mind, looking mildly stricken, "Chocolate chip?"