It's instinctive. So far, every animal I've seen here has the instinct to fight other animals and protect its trainer. One of the first things my baby Eevee did when she hatched was was try tackling my Litwick. He's four times her level, burnt her, and she still tried to bat him around. [And that's why he named her after the little girl who faced down a serial killer. And then thought it'd be a good idea to run away from her foster family and take an airplane across the country all on her own. Easily one of the bravest yet most reckless little girls he's ever met.

Also, oh God, Reid and Mio don't know what they're getting into.] Pie? I, uh, I'm happy with what there is, thank you. [Seriously. Reid could live with a solid block of glucose.] I could actually help you bake, if you like. It's all chemistry.