Lydia considered the brief list closely. It wasn't surprising that there weren't many people willing to trade for a Tentacool, they were fairly common pests after all. Still she had three choices. The Ducklett was out, she already had Rufflet as a flying-type Pokemon.<br/><br/>The choice between Dewgong and Frillish was harder. Dewgong was an evolved Pokemon, and might have been stronger with access to more skills...but it was also ungainly and a major disadvantage out of water, and while elegant it was not the strongest combatant. When her journey had begun she had spent long evenings in libraries reading up on trainer theory. Dewgong might have been stronger and a more beautiful Pokemon, but it was evolved, might not be well-trained, and could be a disadvantage. The Frillish, on the other hand, was likely young and untested, and it was a ghost-type which could be quite potent. On top of that it could float over land, and it was also quite cute.<br/><br/>Making her decision, Lydia pressed the option for the Frillish, and watched as the Pokeballs were remotely exchanged. Hopefully the Tentacool wasn't being sent off to some other poor girl to menace...Though she figured there was little a Tentacool could do a Frillish couldn't do as well.<br/><br/>As she picked up the Pokeball of her new companion she couldn't help but smile. She had a new Pokemon to train, and she intended to start as soon as she got back to the boat.<br/><br/>Her ears pricked, however, at the sound of the shopkeep's amazement. She walked to the counter and saw him examining the stones the rest of the party produced. Lydia could not help but stare with her own amazement as he examined them, they really were beautiful stones...<br/>She shook her head. She needed clear thoughts, especially considering what he was offering. If Jake really did sell it for all their sake...well, Lydia smirked, She'd owe him quite a bit.<br/><br/>Rufflet, seemingly bored of her trade and now of her trainer's observation, nipped at her ear with his beak.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: gray">Ah fine.</span>" She griped "<span style="color: gray">We will have a talking to, you and I. If you want to stretch your wings then fly to the boat</span>." She stepped outside, letting Rufflet flutter of onto the wind. He might have been a bird with a bit of a wild streak, but Lydia knew he'd do as she asked. She was the one that kept him well-fed, after all. Watching him fly off to the water she walked back inside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>