The day after the Vulpix almost burnt Alice's house down, the two reconciled over breakfast.
Vulpix seemed a bit afraid after being hit by the pillow, and by now Alice felt bad about it and made a special, fresh breakfast for her companion. All this time - two weeks already - she had not made the Vulpix go back into the Ultra Ball it came in. Instead, she tried to befriend it and to help it get used to her.
The breakfast worked. After finishing it, Vulpix casually strolled over to Alice, who was chewing on the last pancake, and rubbed against her leg. Alice took her chance, reached down to pet its head and give it a good scratch behind the ears. Vulpix made a chuffing noise, leaned in and almost fell over.
"So you just have to be treated like royalty to ne friendly, eh?"
"Mrow."
"I thought you're a fox," Alice said and crouched beside it.
Vulpix made a sound akin to childish laughter before flopping on its back for belly rubs. Unlike most Meowths, it was genuine. No scratches, no burns, as Alice brushed through the soft fur.
"You're a girl, huh? What should I name you, then?"
"Mraaaw," made Vulpix and yawned.
"I'm not going for 'Princess'. So what, then," Alice mumbled to herself. She absent-mindedly kept scratching her friend's belly.
Vulpix jumped, startled, as Alice quietly hissed "Jackpot!" before leaning back against one of the table legs.
"Your name will be Sol. You like it? It's decided, then. Sol. Welcome to your new life. I hope we'll become good friends, I could need some."