Larson oblivious to Trip's attempt to hide--(it was definitely the hoodie that gave him away) smiled happily. Once closer, he takes the offered flyer and began to read over it. There's a gasp from the man as he looked up to face Trip.

"Goodness, Trip are you looking to make some money?" He's making sad Growlithe eyes at the younger trainer. "If you need a place to stay at, my home is open you know! I live at the Ranch-"

"Blissey!" Larson's Blissey spoke up while patting at his tote bag where his apron had been tucked in. Larson glanced at his bag, and then to Trip as a light bulb lit up.

"Oh Blissey, you're such a genius! Trip, why don't you work at the Cafe with me? Blissey and I can always use an extra hand!"