The kid named Anthony, situated between him and the bacon kid, was attempting to introduce himself to the muscular youth, who, in Chane's personal opinion, would probably ignore the whole armageddon if there was food in front of his face. His Pokemon-a Torchic and a Squirtle-looked, to say the least, vulnerable. That much was probably according to the Sneasel's mindset, based strictly from the look on his face as he eyed the Small fiery chicken, pecking at a waffle. However, he had a much better feast before him already.
"I don't think he'll respond until he's done. I'm Chane."
Chane said. "You've got interesting Pokemon, to say the least...Very well bred. Are you a breeder?"
Avalon barely even looked up at the mention of the Trainer's name or small conversation, but he knew of a new Pokemon when he heard of it. His Pokedex was firmly in his bag, though: he'd have to wait until he was done to record the Torchic. Food was his first priority. Scyez and Jykal were too busy chowing down to notice either. They were almost done at this point.