Nemona was playing the trombone and she was pleasantly surprised at how well she was managing to practice her music with her feeling herself lifted up from her seat by her equally bassy tuba blasts of fart gas since it made her laugh due to seeing the others in the music room having shocked reactions to her gassy expulsions. "Come on like you all haven't wanted to briefly attempt farting to fly around while doing anything!"
Her Pokemon team weren't sure how to react since they decided to just laugh it off due to the fact that they felt laughing through would make the scent less obnoxious.
Despite the awkwardness Nemona couldn't help but join in the laughter. After all, moments like these—filled with laughter and lightheartedness—were what made their friendship special and it was enough for her Pokemon team to stay focused. "Okay, ok, I promise to keep it together from now on," she said, raising her hands in mock surrender, but the glint in her eye revealed that she was far from finished with the fun since her brapper blasted off more poots. "Just wait until the next round of tacos!"