<strong>"Sure,"</strong>Emma said, happy to go along. She looked down at their Pokemon companions; they seemed awfully relaxed. She assumed it was just the nature of the game. Her Squirtle seemed much easier to handle than a traditional pet. No leash. No treats. Did she have to let it out to use the restroom? She grinned, but didn't share her amusement with Ethan. There was nothing classy about starting a discussion on how Pokemon did their business.  She followed Ethan, hopefully heading towards the wind farm.<br/><br/><strong>"I can't wait to see my little guy in action,"</strong>she said. The Squirtle seemed to realize she was talking about it and gave a cheerful reply. She had no idea what the<em>squirtle squirt squirtle</em>meant and decided not to put too much effort into deciphering the words. The body language said enough and she smiled at the Pokemon and gave it an affectionate pat.<strong>"Aw yeah, that's right little guy! You're going to be a bruiser!"</strong>Satisfied, the Pokemon toddled ahead.<br/><br/><strong>"What else is at the wind farm? Anything interesting?"</strong>