[There is certainly the inkling feeling of being watched, and Guzma scowls at first before he turns around and stops, his face changing into a quiet shock. Oh, it's that kid from a while back, uh...did he ever get her name? Probably, but his memory's never been too great - names tend to escape him if he doesn't actively commit them to memory. At the very least, he does remember this kid is pretty timid, so he waves her over gently.]

Yo, sweetheart, you hungry? There's more'n enough for me and the br--uh...I-I mean, Luna. Me'n Luna. [Probably not a good idea to call the younger pokemon trainer 'brat' in front of another kid.] C'mere, it actually turned out pretty good. Just careful of the bones, yeah?

[Even if she doesn't right away, he sets down a palm leaf on the ground and sets one of the baked fishies and a hearty helping of those cooked veggies beside it. She'll have to eat with her hands, since he doesn't have spare utensils, but he could really care less about tablemanners (since he barely has any himself).]