Cyrus was in full lecture mode as they strolled through the city, the Sinnohite leading the way to the Contest Hall. It’d be good to take a look around, first off, maybe see one if they were in time – the Alolans had evidently never seen a contest before, and he himself wasn’t sure if the Hall had changed much. Unbeknownst to him, as he launched into an attempt to explain the need for a routine, Guzma and Golisopod slowly began to veer away, drawn off by the scent of something delicious.
Cutting himself off in the middle of his explanation – this was an awfully long time without input from the fool, and it was suspicious – Cyrus glanced back, confused to find himself now walking alone. Irritated, he backtracked for about half a block before finding the duo loitering around outside of the Poffin House, enjoying the savory scent emanating from within. He heaved a sigh at the sight. Fine. They would start with this, then.