In walked a sleepy-looking girl with hair, eyes, and skin suspiciously like those of a Whimsicott's. Cotton was falling out of her hair as she stumbled over to a table on the left side of the bar. She looked around, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and stopped her eyes innocently at the waiter. It looked like that man on TV a lot, Dent. Wasn't he a Gym Leader or something? Oh, well, she could remember later. She awaited him and picked up the menu at her disposal. "What shall I have to eat?..Ooh, pancakes. And muffins. Milk. Oh, yes, always a favorite of mine. Umm..." She skimmed the menu, waiting for her waiter to come and take her order.