[Guzma sits on the ground - sorry, no logs just yet, he'll be hauling those around the stove at some point, though - bidding Drifter to do the same. When the food is ready, he'll even invite them to take whatever they see fit to consume, if wanted (though he's quick to store two fish for Luna, and some of those veggies). It came out pretty well, and he's proud to say his hard work paid off! They'll also be able to cook up some better, tastier meals from here on...if he figures out how to actually cook.]

Who--oh, uh...y'mean Luna. [Guzma's body language shifts very quickly, and he rubs the back of his neck. How does he describe their, mm...'relationship', anyway? They're not really friends (as far as he's concerned), closer than acquaintances, but not...enemies anymore, either. He sees her more like a rival - someone he has to beat, to prove to himself he's strong. He's capable. That his efforts actually mean something.] Yeah, I...I know 'er. Kid's from my world, from Alola.

It don't surprise me y'all met though, she's...uh. She's pretty spunky.