Last year, Belphegor had spent Valentines Day holed up in Violet City while Sho shook off the last of his pneumonia. This year, she was not particularly excited about it either and had gone about her business as usual. Eight hours at the pokemon center, an afternoon of training, and home in time to make dinner.

That was, in fact, what she was doing right this moment. With so many hungry mouths to cook for, she counted herself lucky that most of the 'mon liked noodles and was fixing a large platter of spaghetti for everyone while Beelze dutifully lulled herself halfway into the kitchen nook, snoring loudly with her mouth open, just in case any falling morsels should make their way inside of it.