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Young teen with a baby, sitting by the fire.
Jack has been fed, bathed and sorted out, so it's time for a little game of 'Where's my nose?'

He seems to be enjoying it, probably more because of the tickling and silly play than because he actually understands the game. So does Shufti in fact, because really it is more fun when he's giggling and not screaming his head off.

Why not come join them?

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Turquoise ears perk up. Baby? Babies = cuteness. The pokémon approaches, trying to get a better look.

[ooc: Sorry about that, was at dinner. Back now]

The mother looks up a few moments later, smiling cautiously at the thing. There is a crossbow on her belt, but she won't get it out unless Bulbasaur acts threateningly towards the baby.

"Hello."

[OOC: Ah, that's fine.]

The creature peers at the little bundle of joy fondly, then looks up at the mother. "Bulba, saur."

"Have you not seen a human baby before?" she asks, smiling.

"Saursaur, bulbasaur." That could be a yes, or a no. Baby things are cute, regardless of phenotype. "Bulba, bulbasaur?" It looks as if it would like to come closer.

Shufti realises at this point that the creature was not saying 'Bulba saw' as she thought. She picks up the baby, a little protectively.

"I'm Shufti. This is Jack."

The creature bows, "Saursaursaur, Bulbasaur." When it straightens, it glances back at the booth from which it had come, darts off, and returns bearing a daisy grasped in one of the vines that is now extending from the base of the bulb on its back. It presents the flower to the young woman, smiling.

"Thank you Bulbasaur." she says, beaming. She puts the flower in her hair.

Jack reaches a dribbly hand towards the creature.

Bulbasaur steps forward eagerly.
"Saur?" it asks, producing a dandelion and gesturing toward the baby.

Shufti tilts her head.

"Is it washed?"

Bulbasaur's eyes dart to the left, then to the right, then to the left again. The unknown patron at a nearby table is probably quite surprised when a tentacle-like vine briefly plunges a dandelion into his waterglass, then zips away like it had never been there in the first place. Bulbasaur, acting like nothing happened, holds the now-dripping flower forward.

"Saur." it affirms.

Shufti laughs. "Okay then. Thank you."

She takes the flower and puts it in Jack's dribbly little hand. He clenches hold of it tight, looking at it with big blue eyes.

Bulbasaur moves closer, the better for baby-observing.

The baby's only two weeks old, so he's not doing much except looking really, having very little control of his limbs. But now he can see the bulbasaur with his short sighted little eyes.

He staares, giving the strange creature that is not mummy his full attention for now.

Bulbasaur isn't quite sure how one plays with such a little baby - Togepi didn't look half so fragile when it hatched, despite being half-egg still. With a wary glance at Shufti, the creature gently waves a vine above the child, well out of reach.

Jack follows the vine with his eyes, then clumsily waves the dandilion and bops it by mistake.

"Saursaursaur," it chuckles, and continues to wave the vine.

Shufti smiles and holds out a hand to the creature, to sniff as it likes.

Bulbasaur does sniff the hand briefly, then gently buts its head against it, like a cat hoping to be stroked. The pokémon's skin is surprisingly soft to the touch.

Very cautiously, she strokes its head.

"I have never seen a creature like you before."

It closes its eyes, enjoying the caresses. "Saursaurbulba," it says, as if to say not many around here have...

"Bulbasaur, saur?" the pokémon asks, tilting its head a bit.

This takes a little guesswork.

"I'm a human." she tries, continuing to pet it as it seems to like it.

Well it knew that... but it's used to having people misunderstand it, and figures that the polite thing to do is to just go along.

"Saur, sa-saursaur," it says, leaning into the petting.

Probably comes from having a language with only six letters in.

"Where do you like being stroked?"

Probably.

And as a result, it's probably easier to show Shufti where it likes to be scratched rather than telling her. Bulbasaur moves its head under her hand, letting her rub between its eyes, and scratch behind its ears. Ahh, bliss.

Shufti smiles and carries on scritching. Jack begins to whimper from lack of attention, so she tickles him with her other hand.

Bulbasaur looks concerned at the sound of whimpering, and decides that it should not be selfish and deprive the baby of its mama any longer. It peeks at Jack one last time, then shuffles back to its booth to gather up the rest of its flowers.

With a smile at Shufti, it lets itself out into the garden again.

[OOC: sorry, need to wrap. Thanks for the RP!]

Shufti smiles, picking up the baby.

"Bye Bulbasaur, nice meeting you."

[ooc: No probs, should really be doing biochem revision anyway...]

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