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She took a seat on the ground, leaning her back against Pitre's large leg, and pulled out a small bag containing a fairly simple sandwich, something she had prepared before setting out from the base. She kept Aulus at least partially within her gaze to make sure what he retrieved from his back was in fact some kind of food and not a weapon, though her attention was pulled away by a lap full of Venusaur face. "Agh, Fleur, no. You already had yours. There's no ketchup in here anyway. Shoo." The grass-type muttered a disappointed "saurr" and backed away, settling her weight comfortably on the ground.

The threat of a massive flower eating her lunch thoroughly dealt with, she returned her focus to the sandwich, unwrapping it and pulling a bite away with her fingers. Her eyes wandered towards the Absol; it seemed distinct not only in coloration but also in its overall quality as a pokemon. "Your Absol seems exceptionally well cared for," she noted, an internal thought spoken idly. She wasn't anything of a breeder, but that much was clear if only from its coat and structure.

A faint smile crept to her lips as she noted his tone and his following explanation. Though he behaved standoffishly, it seemed he was quite the fan of pokemon and breeding. With the subject having gravitated towards such matters, he was more talkative than he had been on any other topic, even if 'talkative' was a bit of a stretch as an applicable adjective.

"That's very true," she agreed, considering her own team's diets. "That's a subject I need to learn more about..." They all had such diverse needs, and they all required something different. It was hard to keep track of everything. At the mention of eggs, her thoughts turned to the yellow and black thing she had discovered Revenant cradling. "Do you know a lot about pokemon eggs?"

"She seems to have, yes." Aila spared a glance in the direction of the ghost, who returned her gaze expectantly. She was awfully protective of the egg for it to be something as simple as having taken a liking, but it was awfully brightly colored to belong to a Misdreavus. "I'm not really sure where she found it. I think she picked it up somewhere while I was hospitalized." A slight frown tugged at her lips as she brought another bite of the sandwich to her mouth. Revenant wouldn't have just taken it from someone... right? "I had a thought that it might be her own, but I somehow doubt that. A lot." Highlighter yellow did not a Misdreavus imply.

A Pichu egg? That was even stranger. Where would she have found a Pichu egg? She inclined her head thoughtfully at the mention of wriggling and its proceeding explanation. "Oh, really? I haven't noticed much movement, but that's good to know." In all honesty, had she not been made aware of that fact, it likely would have quite startled her if the egg suddenly started wiggling around. "Is there any special way I should be taking care of it?" She had, for the most part, been leaving it in Revenant's care; the Mismagius seemed to have at least a fairly good grasp of what to do with the egg. Aila had no experience with the things, though, and Aulus seemed a knowledgeable source of advice in the matter.

She listened intently as he spoke, taking notes in as much detail as she was mentally capable and quickly returning her gaze to the remains of her sandwich when he stopped himself. "I appreciate it, though," she assured. "I've never dealt with eggs before, so I'd like to learn anything I can." Aila was more than capable of taking a hint, though, so she chose not to pose any more questions, as interesting a subject as it was. Taking information from books and websites wasn't as fulfilling as learning from someone with firsthand experience, but she could make do. She gently pushed Fleur's large maw away as the Venusaur attempted to discreetly nab a bite of what was left of her human's lunch.

Aila responded with a laugh of her own, slightly subdued but no less sincere for it. "I'd like to see what she does after that," she said, smiling up at the grass-type. The latter answered her trainer's positive mood with a grin of her own, the fact that she was obviously going to go sandwich-less pushed from her mind by the sound of laughter. "You'd have to find someone else to feed you, that's for sure." The Venusaur reacted with mock distress, eliciting another laugh from her trainer who rubbed her companion's nose with her palm.

Aila watched the display with a smile that was soon subdued by a rogue thought flitting around in her mind: Use pokemon for profit and exploit pokemon for profit. It had only been half a year since she had been on her own in Camphoreon, regarding Fleur as some kind of needy tool. Since joining Team Rocket, she had learned a great deal, both about humans and pokemon. Her resulting increase in attention towards the little grass-type had facilitated her evolution into an Ivysaur, and then again into a Venusaur. The seed pokemon was now her most trusted and loved friend; it was a startling metamorphosis when regarded in its whole. The thought of the changes that had occurred during her employment with the organization, however, brought her mind around to less thrilling matters, and a slight wistfulness overcame her features.

"It's good to spoil them occasionally, though, isn't it?" she agreed in an effort to return her focus to the matter, her hand lingering on the Venusaur. Fleur detected the change in her tone with ease and gave her trainer a reassuring nudge.