At first, no one answered. We waited outside the door for a very awkward few minutes before I suggested that maybe no one was home.
“Try knocking again. I know that sometimes, if you’re persistent, people will eventually answer,” Rennio offered.
So I knocked again. Sure enough, someone showed up within the minute. I couldn’t tell if Rennio was right or if I just hadn’t knocked loud enough, but I made a note to remember his words for future houses.
The person who answered the door was a man who looked like he was older than Sai, but he didn’t look as wrinkly as the lady at the daycare center. He had blonde hair that was parted in the middle, and brown eyes. He looked like he was wearing pajamas, which I thought was odd until I realized the sun was already setting, and that it was probably around dinner time. My stomach rumbled in response.
This seemed to catch the man’s attention, since before, he was just looking out the door with a blank look, wondering who on earth had been there. Finally, he looked down at us, and smiled.
“Pokémon at my door, huh? That’s a new one,” he said. My heart fell—maybe the people of Goldenrod City weren’t so accustomed to giving out items and food to pokémon, after all. I was about to lose hope and turn around when he added, “Sounds like you’re hungry. Are you here for food?”
I nodded as vigorously as I could. Yes, we were hungry! Yes, we needed food! Nevermind the fact that we could get food back where we were camping. We wanted human food or pokémon food, it didn’t matter which. To avoid looking desperate, I didn’t say any of this, of course.
“One moment,” he said, closing the door on us.
“I can’t believe that worked,” I said, turning to Rennio, who had a wide grin on his face.
“See? I told you. All of our problems are solved!” he cried, jumping up and down excitedly.
“Yeah,” I said. Then, in a quieter tone: “Sai will be happy.”
A few moments later, the door opened again, and there stood the same man as before. He leaned down to hand us a bag of opened pokémon food.
“Here,” he said. “I’m sure my snubbull won’t mind sharing, right?”
“Awesome,” I said. “Thank you very much.”
“Have a good night,” he said, and closed the door once more.