As they approached the restaurant, Emmy managed to catch a glance of the name written in simple, elegant letters along the top. Her eyes widened.

"M-Mr Kimblee, not here, it's...it's one of the most expensive restaurants in Johto, I read about it in a food magazine I-"

She didn't stop walking, but she did clutch his arm with both hands, pulling on him gently. Her voice was a low whisper; she'd never dare cause a scene in this part of town, after all. Especially not after Kimblee had gone to so much trouble.

"You don't have to take me here, it's...not after the dress, this is too much, I'm not..."