[That was probably the best idea any of them have had all day and following suit, Mai recalls the little happy espurr back into its pokeball. Jam stays out but bounces up onto her shoulder and holds on tight with his tail.

Jam might be just a tad spoilt. Never has to go back into his ball.]

I can continue on. It probably is a better idea to head that way instead of staying under this um -- very wonderful and sturdy tree.

[She turns to Tanaka with a smile. He seems fine, asides from the very manly tears streaming down his face.]

Maybe we can get you something for the strawberry face that you have now.