"Don't be stupid," was the knee jerk response that fell out of Vinnie's mouth.

Who cared if those Bulbasaur had gone back to playing amongst themselves? They were kids, of course their attention span would be shit. There wasn't a single Saur in the world that wasn't welcome in any Garden, he knew. This Ivysaur, at least, looked right at Bulba with his bloodied eyes and extended a hand to him.

"You're already here, y'might as well come with me," he said, waiting for the younger(?) Grass Type's answer.