Onwards, To the Poke-Plush Palace

"How about I take you to Poke-Plush Palace?" Delia inquired and watched her son perk up. A smile formed on his face, with a hug following.

"Really?" Ash whispered.

Delia nodded. As she did that, a smile unintentionally appeared on her face.

"Of course, dear."

After a breakfast of eggs (sunny-side-up) and some toast, Ash got himself dressed in his regular outfit. While it felt unneeded in face of what was to come, customers were expected to be wearing clothes. For better or worse.

"Ready to go, dear?" Delia called out, watching Ash make a beeline over. Heading out, the mother made sure to lock the door.

Unlike some of the other buildings in Pallet Town, Poke-Plush Palace seemed to stand out. It was a large pink building that had stitches painted on with giant inflatables and plushes on top. All the easier among some of the other themed buildings that made up this district of Pallet Town.

"Here it is."

Now in front of the building, the pair headed in.