My Pokemon has a Keen Eye for berries.
In the evenings, he hops off into the underbrush and brings me back Oran berries, and sometimes their flowers. While the berries cook, I weave the flowers into his feathers while he sits and purrs like a Meowth.
But looking for berries must be hard work, because he always comes back scruffy, and a little dusty.
"Mari, look! I got new flowers!"
"He'h? What fo'r? W'y 'ave dinner awredy prehpayred today, did'ja foorge'?"
"Oh, ah, well, no reason, they were pretty..."
"Hmmm... ahh well, guess ay'll find a' use for 'em eventoolly,"
Looking for berries must be very hard work, because I always need extra time to groom him down and tease out each scrap of dirt from his feathers and get rid of the fresh wet earth smell from his body.
Good thing flowers always seem to be readily available.
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My trainer has a beautiful name.
Her name consists of two flowers, or their derivatives anyway, and when we're having a slow day, I trace out the letters slowly in the dust.
"Oh? Try'na scrawl m'nayme? Very naice, what are tho'use scribbles next t'ayit?"
"Mm, nothing special,"
"They're naice. Why'enna ye drawin' 'em in th' dust though? They'll just be fadin' awae,"
The Hoothoot could not smile, but she felt the waves of emotion radiating from him.
"I certainly hope they don't,"