Louie took his paw back then patted the ground. "Scratch, eh? It do be bein' a pleasure." He then said with a laugh. "Hopes? I ain't so silly as to be thinking he is a nothin'. He gottens himself a little gang going on, if he was a nothing then surely they wouldn't be calling him boss. But I tell you what there Scratchy, I don't care how high and mighty he thinks he is, but once he starts stepping on my toes then he better watch it. I ain't no stranger to the darker side of life, brother. But tell me, do you think he is going to be a problem for us, or do you think we won't see him again?" He asked, if the bird was as bad as Scratch said, then Louie would definitely recommend some thinking about it.
In Cherrygrove, Louie kept his nose to the ground, sniffing a way at whatever. It was a little disappointing that the trashcans didn't have nothing good. His mind and stomach still drifting back to the can he was about to check when he heard the gunshot. Who was he kidding, he didn't have to eat out of the trash any more. Okay... well maybe he could. You know, for nostalgia's sake. "Well, I know once we get out on the water, we gonna be hard pressed to find something to eat. We might be wanting to take advantage of the chance to gather some things before we head out. We can stock our finds on the thingy we want to use... but you know, even more importanly than that. Do you know which direction Hoenn is?" He asked. "Working the water thingy is only half the battle, it wouldn't be doing us much good if we headed the wrong direction or got lost. Heading out is chance, regardless of being prepared or not, so how about we start first with the sure-fire thing of whats around. We can grab what we need, and maybe find a map at the pokemon center to point us the right direction." He said, thinking again."Though... can you read human?"