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"Hmm." Aila considered the words carefully. She was not particularly fond of the idea that those around her would judge her or make assumptions about her person based solely on the fact that she was taught to treat others with a degree of respect and etiquette. Truly, if she was better than anyone, it was because she had worked to that end and deserved to be so. She could only hope that Citrine was correct in her concluding words. Leonard had suggested much the same, and though Aila could call up the vocabulary necessary to base speech, she stumbled over its use. More time, perhaps, would see her to her success...

Somewhere amidst Aila's quiet contemplation, Revenant decided she had had enough of being confined to her pokeball and chose to free herself, a burst of light from the girl's hip indicating this. "Dreeeaa," she sighed, rose-tipped hair surging around her as if to preen itself.

The small Rocket regarded her ghost with an initial surprise that soon evolved into a scalding glare, "Do you have any intent to behave yourself, Revenant?"

"Misdrea," she dismissed the warning nonchalantly. She wearied of her human's constant admonitions, but she would conduct herself responsibly if it meant a breath of fresh air.

The Misdreavus noticed Citrine's discomfort and smirked to herself. It seemed there would be some fun to be had after all...

"I would not mind, but I am not sure she would accept it," Aila replied, casting a wary glance in the pokemon's direction, oblivious to her scheming. "Misdreavus prefer to feed on fear. Or this particular one does, at least." Even so, she beckoned that Revenant be courteous and gestured to her, "Come, do not behave so standoffishly. One cannot flourish in forever keeping to oneself."

Revenant grudgingly obliged, coming only slightly closer and scrutinizing Citrine with large, unblinking eyes.

Revenant inwardly scoffed the Haunter's gesture. What was that if not a challenge? For the moment, though, she would behave 'properly' in a bid to garner trust. That should please her human as well, she considered idly. The Misdreavus performed a small twirl, her skirt-like body billowing with the motion, before approaching the offered food. She sniffed at it briefly to identify its contents and was disgusted to find it entirely devoid of emotion, as one might expect of any purchased item. Regardless of its anticipated lack of flavor, though, the ghost accepted the sandwich. She was sure her trainer would insist that it was the polite thing to do anyway.

Aila, meanwhile, was mildly surprised that Revenant was complying so willingly. Perhaps their training together was paying off after all...? She was distracted from the thought by Citrine's voice. "Ah, no, I am merely taking advantage of the good weather to travel a bit. I live in Camphoreon, actually," she replied without missing a beat. It was a lie that required little thought since it had been truth until only recently. "You are on a trainer's adventure, then?" It was a safe assumption, she felt. The girl seemed young enough, and Aila could think of few other purposes that would send one walking about from city to city.

Revenant bristled and inclined her head away from Citrine, taken aback by the unexpected compliment. She would not allow herself to be taken in, though. Humans were innately vicious, domineering beasts who would sooner crack the whip for a slight misstep than praise an impressive triumph.

"Where is your home, if I may ask?" Aila said, voicing the mildly curiosity that had taken hold as she tried to place a location that would fit the trainer's description. In response to the girl's own query, she considered briefly the many winters she had seen in the city before offering her reply, "Not unbearably so. Larger cities such as Camphoreon tend to remain warmer for longer, and its proximity to the desert lends much to its climate as well. I believe it snowed last year, though. Or perhaps that was the year before..."

"Ahh," Aila voiced her interest. "It must be nice to be able to visit such a faraway land." She had seen trainers wandering Camphoreon and had perhaps even envied them. Kodo was small, but it was abound with places the girl had yet to see. She could not imagine exploring a place as far as an entirely different region.

She laced her fingers together and rested her chin on the cradle that was created. "The falling snow is lovely, to be certain. I would love to travel to the mountains during the winter and see the thick blankets that cover the area. Camphoreon barely sees a dusting if she sees anything at all..." Aila had had the same childlike fascination on seeing her first snow, but she had been quickly disillusioned. It gathered only in the thinnest layers and melted quickly; Camphoreon's snow was scarcely the wintry beauty illustrated in magazines and television programs.

"Perhaps we could," Aila said with a concise nod. She was hesitant to fraternize with non-Rockets on anything of a regular basis, but it was at least preferable to visiting her mountains on her own. Besides, perhaps if she could lull Citrine into a sense of security, she could make that beautiful blue Pidgey her own...

It was an impressive coincidence that the Pidgey took to flight, roosting in a nearby tree and shaking loose the first indications of fall, as soon as Aila conceived her idea. She turned her attention back to her meal and her company to find that something had claimed a place between them, a little brown thing with flat wings on its back and small horns protruding from its head. It took her a moment to register exactly what the thing was, but it was evident when she did. Aila stood suddenly and backpedaled with a distressed shout, nearly stumbling in her haste.

"Revenant! Kill it!" the thief cried, an indicative finger locked on the bug.

Kill-It? The Misdreavus didn't know any attacks by that name. She regarded her human with a confused expression.

Aila wrapped her hands over her head to defend from the falling menaces and snatched her second pokeball from her belt, releasing a bewildered Ivysaur unto the scene.

"Fleur, Sleep Powder! Or Sweet Scent! Or Razor Leaf! Something!"

Fleur tilted her head in confusion. Which one, she wondered? Judging from the situation, perhaps Sleep Powder would be best. "Saur, iveee," she warned coolly before saturating the air in a cloud of spores.

Revenant wrapped her hair around the cover her mouth. The park's other occupants seemed highly amused by the whole situation. It was all absolutely mortifying. The Misdreavus had half a mind to use Mean Look and lock the children in battle with the Shedinja until one side fell.

"I have had enough of this." Well, seeing a picture of a Shedinja in a book would have been enough for Aila. "Fleur, Razor Leaf! Revenant, Psywave!"

The two pokemon were growing tired of it as well; it was discomforting for their calm and collected trainer to act in such a frenzy. They obliged, spreading the affected range of their respective attacks as much as possible in an attempt to strike more than one of the bugs at a time each.