In the morning, Latte and Cider’s whispers to each other woke me up. I asked with a yawn, “What’s up, guys?”
“Just tell him, Cider, please,” Latte begged.
Cider sighed. He waddled next to me and explained, “Latte and I were talking about whether or not she’ll be able to battle on her own. I was saying that since she just learned Quick Attack, maybe she can fight without being carried now, but she’s not convinced. Sue, what do you think?”
I had to think about it for a minute. Latte was level 2 when I caught her and Cider had been carrying her through the levels ever since, but it was Cider who said that she should be able to battle without his help and as far as I knew, Cider knew everything.
“Let’s test it out,” I decided. “We’ll fight that trainer over there.” I pointed to a young boy in shorts. “If you can’t beat even one of his Pokémon, then we’ll see.