Carolina and her granddaughter stare at the girl as they sit outside Johanna's house on the back porch. She sits quietly under a tree surrounded by her pokemon. Cynthia gives thanks as the retired top coordinator places a tray of tea and condiments on the table in front of her next to a platter of sandwiches. The blue haired woman smiles and distributes the cups of liquid.

"She's a very quiet girl, isn't she?" The mother asks as she sits down.

"Yes. It's not natural for a six year old," Carolina states as she stirs sugar into her cup.

"Grandmother! Angel's a very lively girl. She's just…" Cynthia trails off as she finds that she can't find an accurate term.

Johanna notices the troubling thoughts bombarding the trainer. She notices the furrowed eyebrows and cloudy eyes and places a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "No worries Cynthia. I'm sure she'll be just fine." The older woman leans against the railing, "Angel!" The blonde looks up and begins approaching the house when the bluenette beckons her forward with a hand.

The three watch the girl trudge toward the house. Destin has discovered its favorite place is his trainer's head, which Angel didn't really mind because, despite initial thoughts, the pokemon didn't mucus up her hair. Diadem and Mystic kept snapping at each other and sulked into submission when Calamity attacked them with an Ice Shard.

"Hello, Dear. Would you like a snack?"

Angel looks up then back at her pokemon. A chorus of noise is emitted by the four pokemon. "I'm fine, but do you have anything for my pokemon? Diadem and Mystic are driving Calamity crazy with their moaning." Said pokemon turn to her and let out a wounded cry at their trainer.

When the woman returns with a basket of poffins she sits across from where Angel had seated herself next to Cynthia and slides a plate of apple slices across the table toward her. Johanna smiles when she offers a piece to Calamity, who decided to lay at her feet rather than get between the two larger pokemon fighting over the sweets. Johanna's eyebrows furrow in confusion when Angel digs through her knapsack and pulls out a handful of leaves. The small pieces are hand fed to the ball of goo resting on her head.

"Your pokemon eats leaves?"

"Yes. Destin's main diet consists of leaves in comparison to the various ingredients found in the pellets of pokemon food. Although he can eat that too." Angel jumps slightly when Glameow jumps onto the table before the young girl. It takes the apple slice offered.

"Now Glameow, that's impolite," She sighs when the pokemon ignores her comment and pushes her head into the small hand rubbing against her face. The gray feline pushes her way into the young trainer's lap. "She likes you."

"Pokemon tend to like Angel." Cynthia comments from her seat.

As the awkward silence filters in Carolina starts a conversation topic, "So, Angel. I heard you beat Cynthia earlier."

The child looks up at the grandmother, "I didn't beat your granddaughter. It was obvious that she was letting me win. If she was actually serious, we would be dealing with a mega evolved Garchomp and a battle that would last a total of fifteen minutes maximum."

"You still held your own quite nicely Love." Cynthia interjects as she moves a stray hair out of the child's face.

Angel looks up and nibbles on an apple slice before answering, "Calamity deserves the credit."

"Oh? So you like battling?" Johanna asks.

Angel shrugs indifference, "I enjoy the thrill of a good battle, but if I was to never battle again I'm not sure if I would care." She continues when she receives strange looks, "I battle because my pokemon like to battle. They like the connection it spurs and to demonstrate our power through battle. Domesticated pokemon are normally stronger because they have trainers to guide them, so my pokemon depend on me to help them grow. If, for some reason, they told me they never wanted to battle again and wanted to be released, I'd do that because forcing them to do something they don't enjoy takes away the comradery a journey presents. My friends would become my tools for power and destruction."

"If they told you?" Johanna asks instead of delving into the philosophy argument the little girl presented.

"Angel can communicate with pokemon." Cynthia explains to her grandmother and the retired contest star.

Both older woman stare at the girl in shock. The glameow looks up at the girl and mewls at the young child. The platinum tilts her head as she listens intently. The adults hold baited breaths as they wait for the conversation to end. Angel turn towards Johanna.

"Glameow says that, since she has the chance, she'd like to tell you a few complaints. Namely, she doesn't find it amusing when you wave a string in front of her face, her bed needs a new cushion, her traveler needs a cleaning, she prefers the old kibbles you were feeding her, and that she wants you to tell Dawn that she needs to stay out of her corner because she always leaves her heavy scent of perfume behind."

Carolina gives out a hearty laugh at the shocked look on Johanna's face and the contagious factor soon spreads as Cynthia and Johanna began to chortle to. Angel further tilts her head in confusion and looks at the champion.

"I don't get it."

…

Cynthia and Angel wave good bye as Carolina thanks Johanna for letting them stop by without notice because of the impromptu pack up at Lake Verity to keep its guardian happy. Cynthia opens the door of the jeep and jump into the backseat with Angel. Her grandmother jumps behind the wheel and the trio began rumbling down the road.

"Cynthia, I'm going to meet Professor Rowan in Sandgem Town. Will you join me?"

"Angel?" Cynthia asks the child next to her.

"Whatever you want," Angel murmurs as she leans into the champion's side to use the adult as a giant pillow.

"I guess we can go with you."

"Angel, I have a question for you," Violet eyes peel open to look at the older one's in the rearview mirror. "Mesprit. Did it tell you anything else?"

Angel remains silent as she considers the question. She rolls her head into to Cynthia's eyes before answering, "No. The machines make her nervous. Told me something happened three years ago and, even if you helped it then, the risk is too high." The violet eyes close as Angel closes her eyes and falls asleep against her guardian. The pink bearer of emotion's secret resonating through her head.