And he'll find Baker easily enough back there, waiting impatiently for the show to end. He was told to stay, so stay he did, but it isn't without a lot of rolling over onto a side, onto his back, letting out long doggy sighs of a bored pup. Naturally, he'll follow the command, but he doesn't have to like it, not when he could just run out into the main tent and chase around.

So when a familiar scent and voice his ears and nose alike, the Growlithe perks up. Boredom is immediately replaced by happiness and he springs up to his feet, tail wagging wildly. He technically doesn't leave the spot he was told to stay, but with Lambert crouching down by him, it clearly doesn't count against it to jump up on the man and try to slobber all over him.

Dogs, man, dogs...

As for Baker's master, well, he's nowhere to be seen. Childermass is busy and not sure whether he's glad or annoyed to be back to work. His travels through Alola had been strangely relaxing, especially when compared to the mess the last few weeks had been. The resort had been irritating — comfortable, yes, but he is a stingy man when it comes to spending money and losing the bet and having to pay for that was annoying on principle. The rest, less bad off. All in all, the islands were a peaceful place to get lost in, despite all the strange beasts prowling around.

But that's hardly anything he's dwelling on currently and, until his act is over, Lambert is free to spoil Baker without the magician telling him off for it.