"Not quite," Sefton murmured. After a moment of debate, he (sulkily) explained, "Just didn't wanna make you catch more. I can go without being totally full for a while." College tended to make that lesson a necessity, at least for Sefton. He simply hadn't had the time to make a whole lot when there had been so many other things going on for once and less income than usual because of it. Come to think of it, though, he hadn't actually had dinner before his multidimensional kidnapping.

His eyes flickered to Dragonite at the response, then lowered back to the notepad. Four fish would be fine, however it was cut.