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Harold's outside playing when he hears a strange noise. Being a three year old, and thus curious, he decides to investigage! He shall become Harold, supersluth!

mmm. Bushes. Noise coming from bushes..
oooh. Green thing! ...which somehow reminds him of his friend Yellow Thing or PikaPika!
Which makes Green Thing a potential friend, YAY!

"HIII!"
Then remembering Pikachu, there's a delighted "PikaPika!"

Bulbasaur turns around at the familiar greeting, and is surprised to find a young human instead of a wee yellow beastie. Still, the child seems happy enough to see it.

"Saur bulba, saur saur!"

oooooh. Green Thing talks different.

"Saur?

Pikaaaaa!!"

"Saur Bulbasaur saur," it introduces itself, setting the clippers down. "Saur saur bulba?"

Harold may not get that he's introducing himself. He likes the noiises. They're pretty!

"Buulba-bulba.

Saur.

SaurSaur.
Saaaaaaaur."

That earns the little boy a crinkle-eyed smile. "Saur bulba bulbasaur saur, saur bulba! Saur bulba, sa saursaur bulbasaur."

It tilts its head. "Saursaur, bulba-saur?"

Harold's kind of getting the hang of the babble-speak.
..well, it's babble to him.

"Bulbabulba Saur Bulbasaur Saur Saur Bulba!"

Bulbasaur's eyes grow wide, and its cheek twitches as it tries to keep a straight face.

That... has to be one of the funniest jokes it has ever heard!

The creature's shoulders begin to shake, and it chuckles, then laughs outright. "Saursaursaursaursaursaursaur! Saursaursaursaursaursaursaur!"

It takes a few deep breaths, then repeats the punchline: "'Bulbasaur Saur... Saur Bulba!'"

Oh, that did it. The pokémon rolls over on its back, short, stubby legs kicking helplessly, and tears roll down its cheeks. "Saursaursaursaur! Saursaursaursaursaur!"

It'll get ahold of itself shortly, really.

Harold GRINS and continues.

"Saur SaBulba Bulbabulba SAUR Bulba! BulbaBulba SaSaur Saur Bulba!"

Is it possible to laugh harder? Bulbasaur didn't think so before, but evidently it was wrong. Good thing it had set down the gardening shears.

"Saursaursaursaur! Saursaursaursaursaur!"

Oooh, its little tummy is starting to hurt!

Eventually the mirth subsides and the creature lays there for a moment, panting, before lurching back to its feet. Still breathing hard, it pats the boy on the back with a whip-like vine. "Saursaur bulba, (huff huff) bulbasaur bulba, bulbasaur."

Harold pats him.

"Saurbulba bulba saursaur."

"Saur saur," the pokémon agrees, then pulls out a thermos from underneath the bush and sits down. With a deft twist of a vine it removes the cap, throws back its head and takes a gulp. Mmm, lemonade.

"Bulba, saur?" It offers the thermos to Harold.

Harold nods.
"Saur."

He takes the thermos and drinks from it.
"SaBulba."

Ariel cannot argue the hedgeclippers part-

The sprite, however, is staring at them and the pokemon both, and the shrub both, while drifting in the air a couple feet above the ground. Arms are crossed, and she may not be exceedingly happy, for one reason or another.

"And what are you doing?"

Bulbasaur looks up. And up. And up. That's innocence in its garnet eyes, and a bit of sheepishness. Really it is. "Saur, bulba." it says, holding up the clippers as evidence.

A deep breath, and sigh, and Ariel kneels down. Somewhat- she is still not touching the ground, but she is closer to Bulbasaur's eye level.

"But why are you cutting it?"

"Saur... bulba." Oh dear, the language barrier is going to be a problem this time, isn't it. See the ears wilting, and the pokémon looking appologetic? Yeah. It's not sure why trimming the hedge would be a bad thing, and it is on the gardening staff, and... and...

"Saursaur bulba bulbasaur, bulba saursaur."

Indeed, she does not seem to understand- at least the words. But apologetic looks are universal, and she bites her lip, standing down a bit.

"But you are not trying to hurt it?" Ariel half turns, to lightly touch the shrub with her fingertips.

"Saur saur!" it says sincerely, shaking its head adamantly. "Saursaur bulba, bulba Bulbasaur bulba."

".... well, Good, then." Ariel nods, settling back. Her attention turns back to Bulbasaur, bright eyes intent on it.

"I've never seen anything like you before."

"Saursaur Bulbasaur saur," it says, with a nervous bow. "Saur bulba bulbasaur, bulba bulbasaur." The whiplike vine that had been manipulating the shears has stowed them somewhere out of site - probably underneath the shrub. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Ariel just blinks at this, with the sort of expression of 'I am sooo not going to admit I don't understand this, so I will make something up, la!'.

"I'll call you Bulbasaur, then." Which is a Stroke of Genius, Really. "I'm Ariel."

"Saur, bulba."

While the creature has mostly been maintaining eye contact, it can't help but notice that Ariel isn't quite standing on the ground like most people do. Is she possibly a psychic-type, like Prue? Prue just made other things hover, not herself, but...

"Bulbasaur bulba saursasaursaur, bulba?"

(There is something said about assuming. However-)

Ariel arches an eyebrow. "I am not one of the fae. Far from it." She tosses her head, hair drifting around her.

"Saur..." That's confusion, there. Are fae a type of trainer? She's obviously not a pokémon... "Saur bulba, saur?"

[OOC: is slowtime okay? I'm being dragged food-ward.]