That all sounds reasonable enough, and he nods his agreement. Yeah, if he was born with his abilities he would've been one really quiet little kid. Quieter than he already was, anyway, from his vague recollection of padding around that too-big house that wanted to echo at every movement thanks to its pointlessly oversized rooms. Would've made the first year in the North Blue a little easier, certainly.

"They're not common," he says with a shrug. "But some are considered more valuable than others. People will hunt those ones down and sell them to the highest bidder, especially if they already have one. You can't eat two, that'll kill you. When I found mine, though, it was just by mistake. I was a dumb kid. Thought I was swiping something like a custard apple. I think it got mixed in with them. Looked pretty similar."

Yeah, he'll admit to casual theft at that age, because what eight year old hasn't tried to steal something pointless at least once just to see if they could? He'll leave out the part where he was starving, it's not relevant.