That afternoon, Solonn’s contest training began in earnest. It was initiated in a way which Solonn found to be quite odd: Morgan offered him a small, indigo-colored cube and told him to eat it, saying that it would help him to do well in the contests.
Solonn looked at Morgan as if she was crazy. “How is this thing supposed to make any difference in whether or not I win?”
“Well…what it does is it refines your appearance. These Pokéblocks will help you look as healthy and as…er, handsome as you can look. Making a good visual impression on the audience and judges is very important.”
Solonn continued to gaze skeptically at the Human. Whatever, he decided finally, and took the Pokéblock from Morgan, devouring it quickly. The little candy was…okay; kind of good, except that it had this funny, sort of sour aftertaste. That was the only fault Solonn could find with the Pokéblock, and it was really only mildly unpleasant – at first. Then, he found the little candy cube beginning to disagree with him…then to strongly disagree with him…
Morgan’s expression was one of disappointment (not to mention revulsion), as before her eyes, the Snorunt’s body rejected the Pokéblock. However, that undesired reaction did not dissuade her from attempting to feed Solonn another of those indigo candies later that evening. Naturally, Solonn resisted at first – he wasn’t exactly eager to throw up again, after all.