I raised up a menagerie, actually. Under the designation I was given, I'm apparently intended to engineer and mass-produce some sort of Pokemon master race.

[Because that is totally what a breeder's job is, right.

And it's at this point that Yagyuu has the misfortune of glancing up and happening to spot the front windows of the cafe, wherein — oh, hell.]

...Ah. And it seems there's some of them now.

[All fifteen of them. In a row. Little noses pressing curiously against the damn glass.

You have got to be kidding.]