[Once they get to the bar Ford will have to put MIPS back in its ball, so he figures it's only fair to give the Silphally as much time out as possible. It's just the poor thing is horse-sized and definitely could not shove itself into a booth. Fitting at the actual bar? Absolutely not.

The sandy streets are nice. Scenic. Cherrygrove isn't among his very favorite towns but he's always liked his stays here, and now that he'll be permanently living close-by he's open to letting it grow on him. The Roost itself is tucked in next to a mart. The paper lanterns hanging out front are emblazoned with a decal of a Skarmory mid-flight. It's got a very cozy sort of vibe to it; a fancy gastropub, this isn't. There are a few televisions above the bar that are playing gym battle footage between news updates. An Aipom in a t-shirt with the same Skarmory logo on it is scampering between tables with plates of edamame and trays of drinks.

Ford pauses outside the door to recall MIPS, who zoops up into its ball in a flash of red.]

I don't think your Rockruff will have any trouble inside, but MIPS is a little too large. It's more suited to outdoor dining.

[TIME TO JUST OPEN THAT DOOR]

Shall we?