[ lance lets the conversation about oak go, for now. spilling details about the good professor feels a little unwise and inappropriate; blue can be the ones to share the differences between the "real" oak and this one, if he wants to do so.

talking about duraludon is way more fun, anyway, and lance leans forward to pat the steel-type on the head, amused. ]

That is the way, isn't it?

[ warmly enough; and, indeed, dragonite definitely rolls his eyes when lance isn't looking, grumbling in agreement with duraludon. they never listen to us when they should, seems to be the general sentiment, there. ]

Dragonite can swim, but I think he's outgrown that period of his life.

[ and dragonite huffs in agreement. ]

I think all of our lives would be much easier if Blue and I had our Gyarados available to us, or more Flying-types . . . but we have to make do with what we have. I'm glad you managed to figure out a way to explore together.