Hilbert was ecstatic! He had stumbled upon a Munchlax while trekking through the deeper parts of Pinwheel Forest - he didn’t even know there were any to be found in the Unova region. It ate through a lot of his Pokeballs, but the one thing Hilbert knew about Munchlax is their appetites, so he supposed that was fitting. He checked the Pokedex blurb that popped up. Brief and unhelpful as ever. He scratched his chin in thought before snapping his fingers in realization. “I’ll just ask Professor Juniper,” he thought to himself.
“A Munchlax! I wasn’t aware those inhabited this part of the world. Excellent job Hilbert, I knew entrusting you with the Pokedex was a sound idea.” Hilbert rubbed the back of his head with a bashful grin - what the Professor didn’t know was that it was entirely luck, but he didn’t need to tell her that. “Munchlax, much like Magikarp, is difficult to raise but will provide a powerful ally once it evolves. According to my data, it evolves through a close bond of friendship with its trainer.” The idea of a powerful Pokemon that could help him win the league and defeat Team Plasma was certainly enticing. They both look over at the Munchlax who is currently scarfing down a pile of food. When it was out of its Pokeball, this thing ate constantly. “No,” Hilbert thought clenching his fist in determination. “I’m going to be the Pokemon League Champion, raising one Pokemon will be no problem!”

“Make friends with it huh? No problem. I’ll give you a call once it evolves. Thanks, Professor.” Juniper watched him rush out with a smile. So energetic and willing to try new things. She hoped that the adage “opposites attract” was true, or else he might have a bit of trouble. “Well I’m sure he can handle it.”

	Hilbert was at his wits’ end. He currently had his face buried in his hands at the table that Cheren, Bianca, and himself were sitting at. After quelling the Team Plasma incursion at Chargestone Cave and battling the mysterious commander N a fourth time, the friends decided to have a bite to eat. Things were going well until the topic of newly caught Pokemon came up. “Aagh, I just don’t know what to do. I’ve tried massages, walking it, rubbing it, making SURE it hasn’t fainted and this Munchlax doesn’t even give me the time of day.” Cheren grinned at this. “Maybe you’re just not up to the task of evolving a Munchlax. I must say hearing that you are struggling with something for once is a welcome relief.” He was still a little sore over the previous loss Hilbert had handed to him. Bianca quickly piped up, before another lunch was going to be ruined by the two boys arguing: “why don’t you ask the Professor for help?” Hilbert puts on a confident grin. “What kind of ace trainer would I be if I had to go back to the Professor every time there was a little roadblock? This’ll just be one more step to proving I’m the very best like no one ever was!” Of course, the real reason is because it would be humiliating to go back to Juniper after his boastful declaration but what they don’t know won’t hurt them.

Bianca’s eyes widened at this. Seeing Hilbert so firm, so resolute, reminded her of when he and Elesa stood up to her father, or of that look he gets in his eye when battling. He was always so self-sufficient, brimming with confidence; while that is admirable, Bianca sometimes wished there was a way that she could help him like he helped her. Always one step behind, she knew in her heart that she’d never be quite at his level as a trainer, but if she could assist in his own growth she was honestly happy. Even Cheren smiled a bit. “An admirable attitude to be sure. First things first though, you need to befriend the Munchlax. Maybe the first step is to not keep it cooped up in its Pokeball,” Cheren jokingly admonished.

“I keep it in here for a reason. You know what, how about I show you what I’m talking about!” Letting out the Munchlax it immediately begins to snatch food from the trainers’ table. “Munchlax come here,” Hilbert says and is promptly ignored. Hilbert proceeds to move the food out of the Munchlax’s reach and then takes a bit in his hand. “Munchlax come here,” he says again. The promise of food makes Munchlax more receptive as it toddles over to his trainer’s outstretched palm. As soon as the food’s finished however, the Munchlax goes back to ignoring Hilbert’s voice. Just as it’s about to try to climb onto the table to get at the remainder of the food, Hilbert
puts it back in its Pokeball. “See what I mean?”

Cheren purses his lips in thought. “Maybe you haven’t impressed it enough in battle? I know my Liepard stopped listening to me until I proved myself so to speak.” Hilbert runs his fingers through his hair in exasperation. He explains that he wishes it were that simple. It's more like Munchlax just doesn't care about battle period. This makes Cheren pause. A Pokemon that doesn’t care for strength or battling? How utterly alien. The two boys both sat in silence for a minute. Bianca had never seen both Hilbert and Cheren stumped about something; usually one would have the answer that the other lacked. Wait! This was it, this was Bianca’s chance to shine! “M-maybe it’s a give and take thing, maybe?” The two boys looked up perplexed. Well, too late to stop now. Her voice gaining a little confidence, she continues. “Maybe for Munchlax to care about your interests, you need to show that you can care about its interests. Yeah, that’s it!”
Cheren scoffed but Hilbert seemed like he was mulling it over. She had a good point. Maybe if he could relate to the little guy on a level he understands, he'd be more willing to bond. Cheren turns to Hilbert with an incredulous look, “you’re not seriously considering this ridiculous idea, are you? What would you even do, lay in the middle of the road and block traffic?” Slamming her hands on the table Bianca raises her voice. “It is not a ridiculous idea!” Seeing how shocked Hilbert, Cheren, and the rest of the patrons are at her, she blushes. “Think about it, what do you and Hilbert really have in common except for your love of Pokemon. I’m telling you, it works!” Cheren raised his finger in objection, but then quickly rescinded it as he gave it serious thought for the first time.
Suddenly, Hilbert jumped up and placed his hands on Bianca’s shoulders. “Bianca, you’re a genius! I know exactly what I have to do now!” He ran off with Cheren shouting after him. “Wait you’re just going to leave us with the bill!? Bianca say something!” Unfortunately for Cheren, Bianca was pressing her fingers together, off in her own little world. “He called me a genius, teehee.” The idea that Hilbert is probably putting her help to good use right now makes her cheeks light up and her face to dimple as she smiles. Cheren sighs as he pulls out his wallet, just once it would be nice to have a friend who knows how to slow down.

	A large belch erupted from the trainer’s lips. “Ugh oh man.” Hilbert laid back on the couch in his Pokemon Center suite utterly stuffed and worse, humiliated. As soon as he left the restaurant, he dashed to the nearby Mart and bought as many snacks as he and his Darmanitan could carry and took them back to the room he was staying in. Setting two piles of food on the sofa, one comparatively smaller than the other, he released his Munchlax on to the cushion. If he could show this Pokemon that he shared its passion for food, that would be the first step towards bonding! It looked at the pile of candy bars and chips that stood just as tall as it was and begun to dig in. Hilbert grinned and sat on the other side of the enormous pile next to his own which was only about half the size. This would be cake!

After about a third of the way into the pile, he began to regret his decision. He tried rubbing circles around his stomach and even lying as horizontally as possible; however, by the time he was half way through he was far too stuffed to continue. His gut sat on his abdomen like a rock. Poking out of the bottom gap in his jacket, it almost made him look pregnant. It remained covered by his shirt; rising and falling with his breathing, it made sounds of clear discomfort. He’d had to remove his belt but hadn’t needed to unbutton his pants as they were still somewhat loose on him even in his bloated state. Taut and unyielding, it was like feeling a drum as his fingers moved across his orb of a stomach. Hilbert swirled his finger around his navel as his focus turned towards Munchlax.
It had finished its own pile of course and while it was full it was more of a warm contented kind of full than a “Primeape in your stomach full” like Hilbert was experiencing. This had been a disaster- how could a human possibly keep up in eating with a Munchlax? Maybe he should just pack it in and trade the Munchlax for something more manageable. That’s when he noticed something. The Munchlax seemed to be almost grinning at him as if it was echoing his own thoughts. That did it. It wouldn’t have mattered if Reshiram itself descended to replace this hungry little troublemaker. Hilbert was going to show this Munchlax what future League Champions are made of! “Don’t be so sm-urp- smug!” Hilbert shouted pointing directly at his Pokemon. “I’m going to connect with you if it’s the last thing I do!” At this, the Munchlax fell asleep making Hilbert feel a little silly but the rekindled fire of determination hadn’t died down just yet.

First things first, he’d need to improve his stomach capacity. Hopefully, he could practice on something with a little more flavor than cheap PokeMart food. But Hilbert’s no gourmet. Food and eating had always been chores that kept him away from Pokemon battling than something he’d ever been passionate about and it was clear he needed to just do more than eat for the sake of eating. Hilbert needed to understand the appeal of food to understand Munchlax. He couldn’t just ask the Gym Leaders, he didn’t know them very well and obviously they’d be incredibly busy. Suddenly, the answer came to him in a flash of inspiration. Springing forward in his seat to go towards his new goal, he quickly regrets that too as he lies back again too soothe the sharp pain that caused in his abdomen.

	“Thanks again for doing this Bianca. You have no idea how helpful this is.” Bianca blushed a little as she walked in carrying a tray of tarts and set it down right in front of Hilbert. “Really, it’s no problem. I’m just surprised you called me to help.”
When Hilbert first rang up Bianca to ask for assistance with his little project, she wondered if maybe he had called the wrong person. After he explained that she was the only one who really understood the importance of the project, she was chomping at the bit to help him. Some compliments thrown to her cooking ability certainly didn’t dissuade her either. Living with just her dad led to her developing her cooking skills earlier than most. She’d often share what she made with the two boys. Even Hilbert remembered coming back to a nice warm lunch after running around all morning and he knew she’d only gotten better with time.
The other reason he’d chosen her, and even he had enough tact not to say this, was that she was always a little err “thicker” than other girls around town. Another thing that had only increased with time, Hilbert thought to himself, watching her wider than average hips shimmy back and forth a bit as she went back into the kitchen for the second course. If anyone could appreciate food, it would be a girl with some meat on her.

She comes back in with a scrumptious looking pie. “We’ll get you started with desserts and then tomorrow will move on to the meats, okay?” She chirped happily as she set it down next to course number one. The two had decided to set aside a week to get Hilbert accustomed to eating more and to expand his palate a bit. He probably could have asked for a month and Bianca still would have said yes but Hilbert didn’t want to impose more than he already had. Fortunately, Bianca’s father was away on a business trip and Hilbert could easily cover grocery costs with his winnings. Father and daughter had reconciled, but explaining to him why Bianca needs to cook meals for a boy for a week would be a little awkward to say the least.

“Remember, I have to eat all of this or else I won’t make any progress. When I start to slow down, feel free to lay into me about it.” This made Bianca pause. Hilbert had told her earlier that he’d have trouble eating past the point of fullness, and she knew she’d have to help with that. However, Bianca didn’t know how to go about doing that, she’d never really “layed into” someone before. Well who knows? Maybe he won’t even need assistance the way he’s eyeing the sweets. “I’ll certainly try my best, now go ahead and dig in. I know you want to.” Bianca giggles as she steps back to watch.

Hilbert takes his first bite into the tart and lets out a little moan of satisfaction - Pecha Berry, his favorite. He clears his throat and apologizes but Bianca just laughs and says it’s fine. After that, the champ in the making works through the rest of the eleven tarts at a quick pace. Bianca notices him rubbing the area around his belt. “You can take that off if you want. It looks uncomfortable.” Sending her a quick thank you, Hilbert proceeds to do just that. The pie is cut into six slices and the first one goes down without too much trouble. He begins to falter on the second slice and by the third, he’s considerably slowed. He takes off his jacket and begins to rub slow lazy circles around his stomach as the third piece is eventually downed.

He lets out a small little burp into his closed fist much less willing to let one loose when not by himself. Strangely though, Bianca’s face lights up like a Throh. “Y-you can let those out if you need to! Really, I don’t mind!” Hilbert gives her a look as if to ask are you sure and she nods. He proceeds to coax out some louder belches with the massaging of his hands. Bianca on the other hand, was much less relaxed. “His little burps are so cute! Oh, this is weird, I hope he doesn’t think I’m weird. Am I weird? Well some people think Bug Pokemon are cute so maybe-” Another belch interrupts her thoughts and she notices he’s finished the fourth piece.
Hilbert is completely stuffed. Leaning back in his chair, his progress has slowed to a crawl. “Oooh I don’t think I can eat another bite. I’m just too full. I know what I said earlier, but I’m really about to pop.” Well this is her chance to make herself useful, Bianca thought to herself. “C’mon Hilbert, no pain no gain, right? If you give up now, this tummy ache will be for nothing! Don’t be a quitter!” Hilbert manages one more bite but the whole process of chewing and swallowing takes five minutes and he’s back where he started. Bianca sighed, she’s no good at this “personal trainer” schtick. Hilbert was always better at motivating people, just like he motivated her after she lost her Munna.

Wait a minute, that’s it! The other thing he told her that day. That it’s alright if she doesn’t become the same type of trainer as him and Cheren; she should just focus on being the best at what she wants to be, and she was fine just the way she was. Maybe Bianca couldn’t motivate Hilbert like Hilbert, but she could motivate him like Bianca. She had an idea and if it worked she’d also get to touch that adorable orb poking out from his black shirt. The way his stuffed food baby poked out from his trim body was almost mesmerizing for Bianca. She pulls up a chair on Hilbert’s side and slowly brings her hands closer to that sphere, shaking with nervousness. “I…um, I have an idea. It might sound… odd, but I think it’ll work. C-can I touch your belly?” Her voice got really small at the end. If she wasn’t right next to him, Hilbert probably wouldn’t have heard it.

Normally he might have been a bit taken aback but he’s in enough pain that he doesn’t really care. “Go ahead.” Bianca tries not to let her satisfaction show too much on her face. Her hands are soft and gentle in comparison to Hilbert’s rougher more calloused ones. They’re also nice and warm from working in the kitchen all day. It’s enough to make Hilbert give a sigh of contentment. She very slowly takes one hand off and sticks a piece of pie very gently into his mouth. Hilbert is surprised but Bianca simply smiles. “I… uh, feed my Pokemon all the time and I give them belly rubs too. I hope this isn’t too weird for you.” Her smile lights up her face and Hilbert wonders to himself, “has she always been this pretty,” but quickly shakes the thought out of his head. No need to make this weird, er weirder.

Progress is slow but steady unlike before. Her experienced hands help along digestion and her gentle comments keep Hilbert in a relaxed state. “You’re doing great” or “Just lean back and relax. Let me take care of this” as she drums her fingers against the tight surface of his belly or even “tell me if you want me to slow down okay?” made Hilbert happy he had such dedicated help. It made him feel warm inside.

Bianca brought the last bite to his lips. Even with her help, he was utterly stuffed. “Just one more bite Hilbert, I know you can do it.” She whispers gently. She very delicately slides it in as he opens his mouth and continues her work on his abdomen. “You take as long as you need. Once that piece is down, that’s it.” It takes a while, but eventually the final piece slowly makes its way down his throat.

Bianca jumps up in joy. “You did it Hilbert!” She was genuinely impressed at the lengths he would go for his Pokemon although she can’t say she’s surprised. “Mmph yeah couldn’t have done it without you Bianca, but I’m kind of sleepy now. Think I’ll just...” And with that he fell asleep. His belly was more like a basketball than a bowling ball now. So utterly stuffed it even made his shirt ride up a bit. The area around his navel was even tinged a little red. Bianca noticed a bit of the pie stuck to his face and gently wiped it off for him. Seeing him sleep like this, was he always so handsome? Shaking the thought from her head, Bianca tugged his shirt down to cover his exposed belly. He’d earned a good rest. Besides she needed to wake up early to start making a big breakfast.

	The rest of the week passed by in a similar manner. They steadily increased the number of meals per day Hilbert received from one to two to three and eventually added snacks in between. He had just finished the last meal on the last day, a big bowl of pasta that he never would have been able to complete at the week’s beginning. He slurped up the last of the noodles and reclined in his chair, unbuttoning his pants as he did so. Hilbert had never needed to unbutton his pants after a big meal, but lately they’ve been pinching his waist uncomfortably when he’s stuffed. In fact, he didn’t even need a belt to hold his pants up at this point. It’s more of an accessory than a necessity at this point and he’d been wearing it a few notches looser unconsciously.

Yes, lounging around Bianca’s house while being stuffed to the brim with rich foods had some unintended consequences for Hilbert. He’d always had a relatively fast metabolism and had never really eaten much so he didn’t give his weight much thought. He wasn’t fat of course, far from it, he just had a layer of softness covering his once trim figure. His pants clung a little more tightly to his butt and the slightest pinches of fat would rest on the waistband of his trousers when they were buttoned. His black t-shirt hid it well from view and in fact most people wouldn’t even notice. Most people, but not Bianca.

She had noticed the developing layer of adipose when she rubbed his belly. Even when stuffed, she could feel a squishy layer of malleable softness that her fingers could now press into. In fact, that’s what she’s doing right now. After the first night, they had become a routine part of the training. Hilbert didn’t think it was too weird since they’d known each other for so long and it was just a training exercise, no different from braiding someone’s hair really. This made Bianca feel a little better about her odd fixation and justified it as her enjoyment in seeing a friend achieve his goals. Besides, he’s always been an active guy. He could easily work it off after this is over. What Hilbert didn’t tell her was that he quite enjoyed them too.

No longer full to bursting after every meal, the belly rubs were hardly absolutely needed; they just felt so nice and Bianca was always so quick and eager to do them that it would be rude to disappoint her, he reasoned to himself. Both teens were a little reluctant for this to end but neither could really think of a way to propose extending it without it seeming awkward. There was also the Pokemon League and whatever Team Plasma was up to. After his stomach settled, Hilbert stood up and stretched – his belly briefly becoming exposed. “Thank you, Bianca. Really, I mean that. I feel like I can finally face this problem head on! Hey! since we’re both going to Mistralton why don’t we just go together?” Bianca agreed to this, happy to be spending a little more time with Hilbert. She could even bake him some treats for the road! Maybe enough so that she can touch his slightly flabby midriff, just one last time.

Hilbert waved goodbye and made his way back to his own house where his mother was there to greet him. He’d told her about the plan of course and while she thought it was a little odd, her son had far surpassed her regarding Pokémon, so she trusted his judgement. He grabbed some snacks from the kitchen and went up to his room where he let Munchlax out of its Pokeball. He was going to let Munchlax roam around freely as much as possible to better deepen their bond and now that he was ready for it. Even though he just ate, Hilbert was already feeling a tad puckish again. The snack pile was relatively small being only a two-family home and all; it was even more manageable because it was split with Munchlax. He couldn’t quite match up with its speed, but he matched its consumption bite for bite despite being somewhat full.

The Munchlax looked at him with what seemed to be mild bemusement before pulling a Pokeblock from its fur and immediately falling afterward. Hilbert realized he still had some training to do if he was to become “like a Munchlax.” Oh well, he could think about that in the morning. As he sits down on his bed, he lets out a loud burp. Being with Bianca has conditioned him to not hold those in anymore. What he didn’t realize is that it also conditioned him with a need to have his belly filled with something to feel satisfied. Even now, the thoughts of breakfast danced in his head as he absentmindedly rubbed his slight pudge.

The flight over to Mistralton was a peaceful one. Bianca had neglected to catch a flying type Pokémon, so they had to share Hilbert’s Braviary. Fortunately, she hadn’t neglected on the snack front. They put Munchlax in his Pokeball for the ride meaning Hilbert wasn’t under any obligation to eat; despite his big breakfast however, his stomach started grumbling for more food not even two hours later. Bianca proposed that she feed the snacks to him, so he could “focus on driving” which made perfect sense to Hilbert. One by one, she popped treats into his mouth until they landed.

The two trainers decided to walk to the Pokemon Center before parting ways. Letting Munchlax out of his Pokeball, Hilbert handed him a bag of croquettes as he got to work on his own bag of snacks. Trainer and Pokemon walking side by side each stuffing their faces; for the first time, it looked like the two belonged together. Bianca couldn’t tell which was cuter the fuzzy little Munchlax or the pleased looking expression on Hilbert’s face. Both of their faces were covered with crumbs and they both had their eyes closed in contentment. Unknown to either party, Hilbert’s fat began to jiggle ever so slightly beneath his clothes as he walked. It’s too bad that this would be the last she’d see of him for a while. As nice as it would be to stay with him, she didn’t want to slow him down. Oh well.
When they got to the Pokemon Center however, Bianca was given a blessing in disguise. “Alright well, me and Munchlax here will head to the gym. Call anytime, okay?” Hilbert smiles but it’s quickly replaced with a frown as he realizes he doesn’t know where Munchlax is. Looking around the room, he sees that Munchlax has fallen asleep in the corner. Completely disinterested in a gym of any kind. Hilbert lets out an exasperated puff of air through his nose. “I can’t stand it, I just can’t stand it,” he says as he slumps down next to Munchlax. What is he missing? He knows that they’re getting closer, but there’s something that he’s forgetting. But what?

Seeing Hilbert with his head in his lap, it almost looked like he was napping too. Wait! “I got it!” Bianca shouts triumphantly slapping her fist into her palm. Munchlax liked to laze around right? So, for Hilbert to get closer, he would need to do more than just copy his Pokémon’s eating habits. He’d need to share in its other behaviors as well. The more he could relate to the Munchlax, the more it would acknowledge him as a friend. She explains her idea excitedly to Hilbert who seems to agree with what she’s saying. “One problem though,” he pipes up. “I can’t just laze around all day, I need to walk around and purchase items, explore the city, nearby routes, that kind of stuff you know?” Taking a bite out of a sandwich Bianca packed for him, Hilbert seemed dejected once again.

That sandwich bite brought flashes of Hilbert’s stuffed belly into her head. Him lounging back lazily and her rubbing- No! Focus on helping your friend first! “I could help,” Bianca squeaked out. Perplexed, Hilbert stares at her expectantly. “I could use my Musharna! I’ll teach him Teleport and I’d be able to scout out ahead, bring you snacks and stuff.” Hilbert’s eyes widen at this. He’s found a new respect for Bianca. He knew his friend was always willing to help others but not to this extent. However, it was just too much! “I can’t make you to do that!
You’d be journeying for two people!” Bianca sits down next to Hilbert with a strange determination in her eyes.

“All my life, it’s always been you helping me out and putting my needs ahead of yours. Just this once, I have the chance to do the same. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t take it?” Hilbert looks deeply into Bianca’s eyes. They’re sitting awfully close and the way her face scrunches up when she’s serious is seriously adorable. A snort from the Munchlax interrupts the moment but her genuine desire to help still touched him deeply. “Well alright Bianca, let’s give it a try. But the second it becomes too much, tell me.” Bianca nods in agreement but really has no intention of doing that.

“First things first, I want to see what that gym leader is made of.” Hilbert shakes the Munchlax awake, which was easier than he expected, and runs to the door, but quickly corrects himself to moving at Munchlax’s speed. “Oh, and Bianca. You’ve already paid me back just by being my friend, so don’t think you’re a burden,” he says as he walks out the door. The female trainer is flushed red but eventually replaces her embarrassed reaction with a bright smile as she walks up the stairs of the Pokecenter humming a happy little tune.

	The progress was relatively slow. It didn’t help that they finally ran out of snacks along the way. Adjusting to the lazy tottering of a Munchlax would definitely take some getting used to. He met Skyla just on her way out as she explained that there was a sick Pokemon on top of the nearby Celestial Tower she needed to take care of and that the gym challenge would have to wait. He was all ready to go off after her when he remembered what he promised Bianca. Giving her a call on the Xtransciever, his friend’s smiling face appears on the screen as Hilbert explains the situation. He still felt awkward asking her to do something he could easily handle himself.

That awkwardness came through enough that Bianca noticed. “Hilbert, I said I’d help you, so don’t worry about it. I’d want to go check up on that sick Pokemon anyway!” Just as she was about to say something else, Hilbert’s belly grumbled. He’d been fed throughout the day, but he hadn’t been stuffed which is what his stomach has grown used to. Bianca lets loose a little giggle at this. “Sounds like somebody’s hungry. You’re near the gym, right? I’ll teleport you to this new Hoenn restaurant. I’ve heard it’s great.” Hilbert would have been embarrassed a week ago but now his stomach calling out for food was just something he didn’t really think about anymore. Besides, Bianca always seemed happy whenever it happened so it’s not like it grossed her out fortunately. His friend teleporting in gave him a scare but Hilbert supposed he’d probably get used to that too.

Once he’s settled in with his Munchlax, Bianca tells him she’ll make sure to keep an eye out for points of interest to take him to later. “Now show Munchlax what you’re made of!” she encourages as she teleports away. Hilbert grins. Well now that she’s cheering him on, there’s no way he can lose. Munchlax pulls out an early lead scarfing down bread like its life depended upon it but Hilbert slowly butters his rolls with confidence as he slowly chews. Munchlax has an almost smirk on its face as it wolfs down the charbroiled Feebas and the fried Clampearl while Hilbert remained just as methodical as before. Once the final course came out, the Munchlax realized its mistake. Eating so much heavy fried foods so fast is bound to give anyone a tummy ache while Hilbert had learned the importance of pacing yourself. He really was enjoying these foods too. How could he have been so blind to this whole world of culinary pleasures? Another thing to thank Bianca for he supposed. Munchlax could only whine in discomfort as Hilbert took the last bite of pudding and popped it into his mouth.