Spectra laughed politely but sincerely. "Thanks, I use all natural material." She patted a stalagmite affectionately and looked in the direction Ginger had flown.  "You really did irritate Ginger, oh- my misdreavus that found you just now." She explained, thinking perhaps she should clarify.  There were some trainers who didn't name their pokemon.  She supposed she could see why if they were just for battling, but she and Ginger had become much closer than that, as well as with Thomas, who was like her ill-behaved son that she kept having to apologize for, and even Rouge who's psychological difficulties had warrented a specialized attention all their own.<br/><br/>"Admittedly though," Spectra continued, "it isn't hard to bring her ire up.  She's a little too clever for her own good.  A great diplomat, a decent battler but over-all she's a bit of a crank."  She put out her light and extended her hand.  "m'names Petra, but everone calls me Specta... or at least they do in training circles.  I imagine no one would recognize it at a family reunion or something."<br/><br/>Thomas, who'd been nestled in Specra's floor-bound backpack, peeped his head around the corner shyly, ntil he saw her standing there with only another human.  He liked humans, they fed him.  On his little orange and clawed feet he hopped toward his mistress and pecked expectantly at her calf and leapt about under her feet.  "Alright! Alright! Damn, can't even have an adult conversation." She muttered, picking p the impatient little Torchic and giving him a squich.  The firebird responded by fluffing out his feathers and making a few little mildly threatening "chick-chick" noises.