Aisha couldn’t help but smile as the group strolled through the forest. It felt a lot more relaxed than normal, and her team seemed to enjoy it just as much, as they chased after Hopkins, before Pan gleefully tackled the purring Hoppip to the ground.<span style="color: #ff00ff">”Guys, don’t go too far!”</span>Aisha called out, blissfully oblivious to the things that were being said about her by the others.<br/><br/>Looking up, Aisha shivered a little as she saw the Metapods hang from the branches. She knew she wasn’t supposed to think like this, but she really didn’t like bug types. Everything from the way they moved, to the way they looked just didn’t jive well with her. But if she was to become a respected trainer, she needed all types, right?<br/><br/>Her thoughts were broken up as a woman walked up to her, asking her something. Blinking, Aisha’s brain slowly tried to make sense of the question. What kind of experien- ooooooh… As the realization sunk in, so did her cheeks blush furiously as her eyes grew wide.<span style="color: #ff00ff">”I… I… Euhm… W-well… Euhm… I…”</span>She stammered, not quite sure how to answer this rather forward question.<span style="color: #ff00ff">”I-I… I don’t know… Euhm… Maybe? I guess… I don’t know…”</span>She continued, her voice trailing off as she started squirming around uncomfortably.<br/><br/>What kind of question was that anyway? Wasn’t it rude to ask people questions like that? It wasn’t like she could even answer; she didn’t really know Steven that well to begin with.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff00ff">”I…I should look after my team!”</span>Aisha quickly said, using it as an excuse to get away from the woman in a hurry. Increasing her pace, she quickly darted after her team, her bountiful chest bouncing with her increased gait.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>