[...oh, well. This is all looking extremely pure, isn't it; Sycamore is vaguely concerned that one (or more) of his Pokemon is going to explode from sheer excitement at the prospect of this game, but thankfully that energy is quickly expended as they shriek and charge Pyroar as fast as they can!

(Which is...admittedly not super fast, because they're tripping over each other, but it's the thought that counts.)]

Oh, naturally! I have a top ten. My criteria is very strict.

[As he lists said criteria off, he taps a finger for each one.]

I measure the quality of the coffee, the selection of food, the general ambience, and how attractive the waitstaff are.

[...yes, that last one is obviously a joke, but you're getting a sly waggle of his eyebrows regardless.]