[Guzma has a sweet tooth the size of his fist, probably, and he's been dying for a huge, frothing mug of Tapu Cocoa paired with his favorite sour-sweet Malasada...fresh from the fryers. Nothing beats that for breakfast when he actually does wake up early, and the cafes just start brewing and cooking...ah. Heaven. ♥ It's taken nearly all of Guzma's willpower not to ask the rabbit for a five pound bag of mix and a kettle to make the former, but his endurance is slipping away with all this talk of his favorite foods.]

Mm, well, you traveling 'round with the realest Trainers in Alola, my man. That anklebiter's the first ever regional champion where I'm from. Ain't no one stronger'n 'er in all Alola...yet. [He grins, folding his arms behind his head as he sinks his back against the stone.] Ain't got need for a flashy title like that, but I plan on taking that brat down some day.

Mm...still don't understand how there's pokemon in other places, but I guess if one world can suck 'em up like a vaccuum, then it isn't so farfetched... But yeah, lotta people what got pokemon keep 'em as pets, too, or companions for small families - y'get close fast, 'specially when y'raise 'em young. Me n' my bro Golisopod ain't ever been apart. He was the first bug pokemon I caught when he was still a Wimpod. And I was a snotty little brat m'self.

[An actual happy memory from Guzma's childhood? A rarity, and more so that he's talking about it. But if it involves his beloved pokemon, he's happy to share.]