I haven't challenged the gym. Still trainin' t'make it fun and a little different, on account o' I got one o' every kind he's got, I do, so I'll be askin' him if he'll race me on 'em! One ta one ta one, same against same all the way down!

[He says this as he stretches his shoulder, his Chatot flying down from the tree to make her usual nest in his messy hair. His Noctowl comes down from the tree as well, and his Pidgeot on the other side. The rest of his birds stay in the tree for now, a Swablu, a Murkrow, and the Aerodactyl, obviously.]