Salasa blinked, tilting his head. “...a...grass type? Well, erm...o-of course! I was just going easy!” His worried face said it all, however. “N-Now, Funky, use, um...huh? Rain..? Oh, Rain Dance, of course, I...h-huh? Funky!” Too late...Funky was already getting pummeled by the attacks. “Funky...