The sun beat down on him as if he were a Chansey hit by Close Combat. Even with his hat turned backwards, he could feel the itch of a burn developing on his neck.

He wiped the dirt of the garden off his hands, sighing slightly.

A shadow fell over him, accompanied by the sound of shifting stone. From high above him, the Pokémon made a soft clanking sound.

Hilbert smiled, feeling cooler by the second. "Thank you, Golurk."

Golurk, though outside of his vision, nodded in response

Hilbert continued his attempt at gardening, lowering a Kasib Berry sapling into the soft soil.

Golurk posed like a Pawniard standing at attention, unmoving as he shaded Hilbert from the sun.

"Spring is only nice when it's cloudy," Hilbert said offhandedly. "You know what I mean?"

Golurk only clanked in response.

"Ah." Hilbert shrugged. "I guess that's fair."