"The flowers here are so red! They're almost like someone sprayed them with some paint or something." Whitney was in awe as she frolicked through the path of the Ula'Ula Meadow, making sure not to hurt any of the pretty petals that dotted the path. Bugsy took a deep inhale.

"And the air is so tasty too. I never thought anything could beat the air back in Illex Forest, but this gives it a run for its money." He said, taking a look around and seeing if there were any Bugs to admire.

The Meadow was a pretty distant trek from their place back in Malie City, but the two had heard tales of the natural beauty of the field. They were not let down, despite the fact that the Tauros they rode on the way there were a little unruly today.

"Is it me Bugsy, or is it a little foggy?" Whitney asked, bemused at how a sunny place as Alola could have such a misty area.

"Yeah, you're not wrong… I wonder why." Bugsy scratched at his lips. He looked up. "Can't complain too much though. It does block the sun just a bit. I guess we're a little bit close to the water. That one Lake is nearby, isn't it?"

"Mmm. At first I wanted to see the sun on all the cute flowers, but now I don't think it bothers me any. It kinda gives the place a nice, chill vibe, y'know?" Whitney giggled.

"Yeah, I think you're right. Oooh! Ledyba!" Bugsy scurried over to a Ledyba laying on a log. It saw him, and instantly it flew away, scared.

"Aw, poor guy must not like people." Bugsy took a seat on said log, patting the wood so Whitney could come over. She did just that, leaning against him as she sat, like she always did.

"...But these flowers still aren't as cute as you, bugaboo."

Bugsy couldn't help but blush every time she complimented him. He remembered her old anecdote.

"They call me the Incredibly Pretty Girl! So if I call something cute, then it's cute. They oughta call me the Queen of Cute!" The words would ring out in his head, letting his head rest against her arm as he swooned and recalled the fond memory of that day.

"...You're the most beautiful girl on earth, Whitney." Bugsy said the first thing that came to his mind. He blinked, still with a kind smile on his face, until he noticed she hadn't said anything in a bit. Or even moved. He looked up. She was looking back at him, her chest beginning to quicken in pace as her breathing got quicker.

She suddenly threw herself onto him, kissing his lips and hugging him tight. Just as much as compliments got Bugsy into a tizzy, the same was true for Whitney, although it was clear her emotions were running high at the moment, too. She pulled away, resting her forehead on the top of his head as she smooched his browline, before meeting him eye to eye.

"To think this trip's basically just begun and it's so romantic already…" Her voice was with a whispered timbre before she began to giggle, sounding like her usual self. "Sorry. Whenever you hit me with words that lovely, I, uh, get a lil' bit eager~."

Bugsy just sighed, a small bead of sweat forming on his temple from her warmth. "Don't you ever." He laughed, bringing his hands up to rub at her sides. Eventually the two would find themselves sitting up again, hands down and fingers interlocked. They were lost in each other again, and they could be like that for hours.

But only a few moments later did something interrupt them. Bugsy looked up as a white and yellow creature land itself on her head. She was so enamored with her boyfriend that she didn't even notice at first, but of course said Pokemon set off Bugsy's insect-detecting senses.

"Woah…" Bugsy looked up, with Whitney noticing then that something was on her head. She stood still. "A Ribombee."

"A what?"

"It's a Bug- and Fairy-Type. Hold on." Ribombee stared at Bugsy, and was smiling brightly. Bugsy held a hand out, bringing it out in a way that mimicked how his colleague Falkner would call for birds. The Ribombee wasted no time in fluttering onto his fingers. He brought his hand in, making it easier for Whitney to gaze upon the Pokemon and for her to just gasp in admiration.

"Wow! It's adorable! It almost looks like it's wearing a scarf." Whitney's hands were brought up close to her face as her eyes sparkled. Instantly, this Pokemon became one she really wanted to get to know.

"A big reason why I wanted to come to Alola, Whitney, was because of all the Bugs here. Well, that and the sights too." He winked at her. "I don't have a Pokedex on me, but I did study up on these fellas before we made it here. They're pretty chill bugs, but this one is like, extra friendly, I think."

Just then, the Ribombee had pulled out two large fluffs of purple cotton.

"Bombee!" It held one to Whitney, and one to Bugsy.

"Oh? A gift?" Whitney took the ball of fluff by her index and thumb finger.

"Oh wow! That's Pollen Puff! Ribombee collects pollen to make into these puffs. It throws it at foes like an attack, but for allies, it's a treat!" Bugsy took his puff. "Thanks lil' guy." He tossed it into his mouth. It dissolved almost instantly; it was just pollen after all. But it left behind a sweet aftertaste, not too different from something like a huckleberry or maybe even some syrup.

Whitney took a bite into hers before shoving the rest in. She cooed from the flavor, smiling warmly. "Thank you Ribombee!"

"Bee!" The Pokemon sat on Bugsy's finger, twirling itself around to look either at Whitney, then at Bugsy, then back again. "Bee? Bee!" It was acting like it wanted them to do something.

"...Huh." Bugsy scratched his temple with his free hand.

"What's it doing?" Whitney asked.

"I'm not sure."

"Bee." Ribombee looked just a bit peeved. This time, it pulled out another Pollen Puff, but this one was red on the top half, and white on the other. It then pushed the Ribombee into itself, exploding the puff into harmless little dust in the wind.

"...Really now?" Bugsy made sense of it.

"Think it wants ya to catch it, Bugsy!"

"Mmhm! And I do have a spare ball." Bugsy pulled out a Love Ball from his pocket. Pressing the button to expand the ball, the Ribombee wasted no time in tapping the center of the Ball, and the catching initiated in Bugsy's hand.

Wobble. Wobble. Wobble. *Click!*

And like that, Ribombee was caught. Bugsy immediately let it out from the ball so it could enjoy the company of them both once again. The excited fairy fluttered up to Bugsy, rubbing cheek to cheek with it, causing him to let out a very happy laugh.

It then flew like an arrow towards Whitney, right to her collarbone, like it was hugging her. This made her try and cradle the small, adorable bug in her hands, to which it looked right back up at her with a bright smile and a casual fluttering of its wings.

"It really is cute, huh?" Bugsy asked rhetorically, with a smirk.

"I'm almost speechless." Whitney spoke with awe, standing up as the bug fluttered and circled around them.

"Well, thanks for joining us, Ribombee! I guess I should introduce ourselves. I'm Bugsy."

"And I'm Whitney! We're visiting from Johto. We're Gym Leaders back home… well, for now. Bugsy is trying to become a Professor, so that's why we're here."

Ribombee listened. To this day, it's unsure if Pokemon are knowledgeable in such topics as geography and social hierarchy in a grander sense, but Ribombee looked like it could listen to the two for any arbitrary reason.

"I wonder if there's anyone we could talk to so we can learn more about Ribombee… I'm so darn curious! Pokemon don't just ask to be caught like that, you know." Bugsy's natural curious instincts were getting the better of him, with his knee excitedly bouncing up and down.

Whitney nodded and closed her eyes. "You're right. Well, they may not have Gyms here, but they have type masters, right?"

"Sorta. For Bugs, there's Guzma… but Ribombee is the last kind of Bug I'd expect him to know." Bugsy reminisced about their time in Pasio. Guzma wouldn't shut up about beating things down, a far cry from the delicate and tender fairy.

"If Ribombee is part Fairy, then who's the Fairy specialist?" The Normal-Type expert questioned.

"...It has to be Mina then. The painter girl, she was the one with a Granbull? Let's give her a call." Bugsy began to whip out his Poryphone, but then Whitney shot him a look.

"What's up?" He asked her.

"...Let's savor the moment a bit longer, bugaboo." Whitney asked, in a softer tone. Bugsy nodded, putting his phone away.

"Let's." Bugsy agreed, sitting back down and leaning against his love, Whitney cooing as their fingers interlocked again.

"I love you, honeycomb." Bugsy spoke happily, and while he had the phone in his pocket, his fingers played with the little object he held in that same spot. She'll find out what it is, later. For now, the couple were happy to just enjoy each other's presence.