[The Raticate rises up on her rear legs, snatching up the cherry easily with a pleased little squeaking trill. Dimitri wipes his hands clean, and leans down so that he might scratch behind her ear.]

To be honest, cooking is not my forte unless I have a cookbook before me... and I believe that is rather besides the point of a competition. However, well... Such hospitality couldn't be ignored.

[He came for the free food.]