>>5979099>>5979118>>5979237You've really been neglecting Piker.
Like, to an embarrassing degree. You know people who'd cheerfully give a kidney for a Feebas and here you are barely paying the little guy any mind.
Well, time to do something about that.
Some quick skimming later and you decide to try teaching him Chilling Water.
He can learn Protect, you're pleased to see, but giving him an offensive move besides Tackle and Water Gun strikes you as a good idea.
The next half an hour though proves to be less than fruitful. All you're left with at the end of it is a whole mess of water and some soaked clothes.
On the bright side, Piker seems to have squeezed some more pressure out of his Water Gun, so it's not a total loss.
You check your watch as Piker happily splashes about in the big puddle.
It's just about time for breakfast and you're really feeling the morning chill after that.
"Good job, Piker." You say as you recall him before heading in.
A quick, warm shower later and you go out feeling somewhat better to meet the others for breakfast.
"All set?" Martha asks, patting her pack.
>Yeah, just about.>I'm going to do a bit more training before we go.>Nah, shopping first.>Other 