"Look at you! Little miss fancypants over here." She crouches down to pet Intrepid better.

Pats!!! She purrs and pushes her head into Ellie's hand. "None of them felt right before!"

"Hope this does now."

Some of the other shoppers come over to offer their congratulations.

She's very gracious about accepting congratulations!

Then, to Ellie: "You promised to make me spicy-sweet poffins."

"I was under mental influence at the time." But she stands to put the required dried berries in the basket.

She rubs against Ellie's legs, purring more. "But you still really like me."

"Yes, I still really like you."

Headbutt. "Good, 'cause you're my favorite."

She laughs.

"Let's go check out."

"Okay."

Off to the register. The clerk winks and gives them a discount on the berries for a freshly-evolved sylveon.

She trills happily and passes on her thanks. 

And then it's time for them to get going.

An older gentleman and a weedle are demonstrating pokeball technique for a group of youngsters in one of the fields next to the path they take.

She waves her tail in a pretty friendly manner, but doesn't see a reason to stop their walk toward the woods.

The older man calls the pair over and asks if they'd be willing to help with a battle demonstration.

She glances at Ellie. "Sounds fun," she says, "And it'll be practice being a sylveon before we get in the forest..."

Ellie hesitates.

The man's eyes twinkle. "A hundred-fifty flat fee, plus another hundred-fifty stakes."

She grins. "All right. Rules?"

"Let us say... three hits."

Grin. "Let's go!"

She gets into a ready position, waiting for the signal to start, stretching a bit, tail wagging and now tendrils adding in to the excited waving.

The weedle squares up across from her, wiggling its horn.

Once the kids are backed up, Ellie and the man count down from three together.

Then: "Intrepid, Quick Attack" / "Weedle, Poison Jab!"

Pounce!

She's fast, and while she isn't entirely used to being sylveon-shaped, she's been fighting for a good while, and she's talented. 

She's quicker than Weedle, at least, and her hit knocks the jab off course.

Score!

She keeps pressing, taking advantage of her speed - trying to stretch herself, too. And she can use that technique she pulled on Ellie, make the Weedle falter at least a bit...

The next lunge is noticeably less forceful.

She pushes the attack, trying to get in another solid hit. She only needs to get up to three...

The weedle stops attacking for a moment. "String Shot!" the man calls.