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Fleur was rather concerned by the Meganium's reaction. Petal Dance was a damaging move, after all. Perhaps she hadn't weakened it enough and had accidentally injured Leilani? She gave a worried "saur?" and waved one of her vines in front of her fellow grass-type's face.

"I'm not sure," she said, watching as the glow intensified. "I... think? Hatching is similar to evolution, right?" She couldn't help the excited tremble in her fingertips as the white orb expanded and contracted, forms materializing from its substance. Hatching was correct, and the small thing that appeared from the egg, curled up and asleep in her lap, was none other than a Pichu. Its black ears and tail, however, were a dull purple, and its cheeks were a familiar damask color. Aila had a sneaking suspicion that Revenant did not merely find the egg.

But Arceus it was adorable. She moved an index finger to stroke the silky fur of its small forehead, watching with an expression of clear amazement as its tiny body rose and fell with its breath.

Fleur couldn't help but laugh a bit, relieved to find that Leilani was indeed okay. She had no qualms against performing the act again, and so another short burst of petals raining down from her large blossom.

"Preciosa?" she repeated slowly, intrigued by the word. It sounded similar to the English 'precious,' but-- Oh, but the little electric-types large, round eyes fluttered open, slowly focusing on the face of the girl in whose lap she resided. She blinked a few consecutive blinks, opening her mouth in a wide yawn and uttering a sleepy "cha?" A little Pichu, just as Aulus had said.

"Well." She moved a finger towards the yellow thing's paws, and the Pichu immediately latched on in curiosity. "Hello there."

Eager to entertain the excited Meganium further, Fleur thought on her other abilities. She focused on the moonbeams, weak as they were with the bright disk at its current position behind the trees, until a glittering light formed at the height of her flower in a demonstration of her Synthesis.

"P'cha..." The electric-type turned over in Aila's lap and looked to Inigo expectantly. He was saying words and she didn't recognize a one of them. It was absolutely mind-blowing.

Aila hummed at mention of a name. Electric, storms, thunder... "Eclair," she said. "Meaning 'lightning.' I'm not sure of the gender, honestly. I'll bring it by a Pokecenter when I next pass one." Meaning she would check on her Pokedex once Inigo wasn't in close enough proximity to notice the black luster and the little emblazoned R logo.

"Venah! Venusaur!" The Sunny Day provided the energy necessary to make her Synthesis even brighter, and the orb that formed glistened like a star in its own right. It was soon absorbed into her body as life force, leaving a dust of light in its wake. She shook herself, feeling refreshed even if she hadn't expended any of her strength.

The Pichu, Eclair, nuzzled into Inigo's touch when his hand approached, an expression of sheer joy on her face. Not every pokemon was fortunate enough to be hatched into an environment of loving pets, not that she was yet aware that such a thing as cruelty existed in the world.

"Is it?" A dessert? Oh, those long pastries with the cream... "I suppose it is, isn't it? Hm." Perhaps she would be lucky and naming the Pichu after a dessert would give her a sweet disposition. Either that or it would backfire horribly. "Cake? Ah, well..." It was fine to be honest, right? She wouldn't be judged or berated for accepting an offer, right? It was okay to depend on others to that small degree, right? "Ah, if... if it's fine. Certainly." What difficult words to say.

Fleur drew back slightly in surprise at the sudden Solar Beam, staring at the path it carved through the empty air. She blinked a few times at the display, then cheered enthusiastically. Now that was impressive!

The Pichu reached a paw after Inigo as he moved away, and Aila sated her with a gentle touch, speaking the pokemon's chosen name in an effort to get her to associate it with herself. This seemed to have the desired effect, as Eclair turned to regard the human curiously. She turned to regard the other human even more curiously when he returned with... with... something. Something that smelled delicious. She watched with rapt attention as the lid was removed and the contents were revealed. She still didn't know what it was, but it smelled even more amazing than before, mm...

Aila, who had learned to eat just enough that she wasn't hungry anymore, was nearly baffled by the size of the cake. "Just a little is fine," she said, equally hesitant to eat his food as he had been to eat hers, even if he insisted that it was too much.

Another excited "saaaur!", and then the Venusaur had an idea of her own, launching a stream of Petal Dance alongside the Solar Beam, the pink flowers spiraling around the bright beam. The display finally caught Aila's attention, and she regarded the pair with a curious smile. "You'd think they were contest pokemon," she commented offhandedly.

With a thanks and a nod, she moved to accept the offered dish - crap, except one of her arms didn't move when she willed it. Well, she no matter, she would just set the impromptu plate in her lap, which meant moving the Pichu and - crap, that required both hands as well. She frowned, breathing a sigh to release her building frustration. "Eclair, would you please move aside?" she requested. The addressed turned to her, blinking with large eyes, and complied with a quite "pi." This complete, Aila gave another thanks and took the plate and fork into her hand, setting the former in her lap as the Pichu moved towards Inigo and placed her small paws on his knee, watching attentively.

Eclair nuzzled into the touch with a coo, flicking an ear upwards in curiosity at Inigo's inquisitive tone. Aila considered the implied question momentarily; she was unsure of whether or not it was a good idea to allow the Pichu's first encounter with food to be with something as sweet and unhealthy as cake, but... well... It would be unfair to simply eat in front of her, after all, and the electric-type's expectant gaze was deeply persuasive.

"Just a little," she compromised, holding the fork delicately with the tines curving downward. She smirked at the Meganium's behavior. It reminded her quite a bit of a certain Venusaur in instances that potentially involved ketchup. Speaking of - or thinking of, rather - the large grass-type followed her friend over to the trainer pair, staring down at her small human curiously. The latter gestured to the cake earnestly, shaking her head and indicating, "No ketchup here, Fleur."

"Amour?" she said, mistaking the Spanish word for its French cognate. "French for love?" Well, she knew it was, but she wasn't aware that Inigo knew French as well, even if only limitedly. It was surprising, and it brought her to wonder just what his breadth of knowledge covered.

With an excited "cha!", the Eclair took the little confection into her small paws and regarded it confusedly, looking back up and between the two humans for a cue that would signify what she was meant to do with the sticky, crumbly thing. It smelled good - smelled like something to eat even - but it was so... squishy.

Aila couldn't help but roll her eyes at the thought, "Yes, ketchup. You could present her with a table of the best gourmet dishes from around the world and she would slather it all in ketchup before even thinking about touching it." And, quite frankly, it was disgusting. "I honestly could not tell you why. I suppose it's possible it has something to do with her life before I acquired her, but..." But the specifics, unless she suddenly learned to speak Venusaur, were beyond her reach.