The Flareon waited patiently as her trainer eyed the shelf, figuring out what she was suspiciously blinking at. Of course, none of the team had asked for it yet, and she had been wary about the HM as well, so it was no surprise that Blue took a moment to realized exactly what wild idea it was that she had in mind. When she did settle her gaze on the HM, a bemused look passed over the trainer's face.

"Are you sure?" she had asked, as she stood up and approached her desk. Bryony took Blue's place on the bed, sitting back on her hind legs with her forepaws near the edge, pawing at the sheets in a restless habit. Her long, slender ears sat taut on her head and her nose twitched in anticipation as she gave a stubborn nod of her head. She wasn't so sure now that she was here and asking for it, but there was no turning back. Bree didn't do 'back' very well.

Let's get this over with. I wanna see what all the fuss is about.