Wade didn't understand what you said, but was encouraged anyway.

Guzma's enthusiasm is infectious to say the least, and Tibia seems galvanized by it. She squares her tiny shoulders, tightening her grip on her bone club and casting one glance back at Wade-- not out of uncertainty, but with the sharp-eyed demeanor of someone prepared to follow orders.

Wade offers her a nod of affirmation. "Floor's yours, baby girl. Just like we practiced." And Tibia doesn't need any more encouragement than that. She quickly makes her way over to the nearest slime in a way that can only be described as dancing, ducking out of the way as the creature throws a thick gob of itself at the little Pokemon. Tibia retaliates before it even has a chance to recover, viciously swiping with her weapon and reducing the ooze to a viscous paste on the sand.

The little Cubone is trembling now as she sets her sights on her next target, and Wade doesn't have to see her face to know that she's shaking with pure excitement. This is what she was born to do. She glances over at Golisopod, her eyes bright and shining with exhilaration.

Care to dance with her, Goli?