[Ivar comes limping up in his leg braces, eating his second flower ice cream cone of the day. What can he say? He's an adult and clearly making good choices. He notices the pudgy Pidgey that he'd helped Stan capture. Honestly, he'd been all for getting the kid something a little cooler, but if he wanted a bird Pokemon that looked like it wore too much eyeliner, so be it.
The bird comes hopping up to Ivar, trilling, and looks as winsome as possible. Ivar looks over at Stan and then back down at the bird. Before Stan can protest, he's broken off a small piece of his cone, and put it on the ground for the bird to peck at.]
I see you and the bird are getting along fine. Have you thought about a name for it?
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The bird comes hopping up to Ivar, trilling, and looks as winsome as possible. Ivar looks over at Stan and then back down at the bird. Before Stan can protest, he's broken off a small piece of his cone, and put it on the ground for the bird to peck at.]
I see you and the bird are getting along fine. Have you thought about a name for it?