Oliver reached for his bookmark as he saw somebody walk into the ranger station. One of his fingers reaches up to push his glasses a bit farther back on his nose, and he began to place the book down. He was a bit annoyed that he had needed to put the book down in the middle of the chapter, but he knew it was his job to help out all of the knew trainers.

He reached for the papers on his desk, but noticed that the girl had already grabbed some from a nearby desk and had proceeded to begin filling them out. He sighed and stood up from his desk, moving over to where the girl was bending over to scribble in the paperwork to adopt a pokemon. She seemed oddly familiar, but he decided to not ask too many questions about it. Maybe she had just stopped by before when she was considering adopting a pokemon, but she seemed to be almost done with the paperwork already without any questions or directions needed, which was unusual.

It wasn't really an issue, though. His job was to just make sure that a pokemon landed itself in someone's hands who can take care of it properly.

"Need any help with anything?" Oliver says, his voice emanating through the little office space, "Once you finish your paperwork I can get you over to the biomes so you can get your pokemon."

As the girl speaks, he realizes where he had seen her before. She had been a ranger previously, but he had never spoken to her in person before, only seen her from afar. He let out a little laugh, "Yeah, it's kind of funny, but I guess it's just because you'll be meeting a new companion. Bit of a nervous excitement."

He grins, and in his mind he thinks about how he decided long ago he wouldn't start on his own journey. The ranger station was far enough from the refrigerator and good book for him.

Oliver places the items that the girl would need for the trip into the biome down onto the desk for her to grab as she finishes up the paperwork.

He watches from afar as she places her bag down, and he moves over to the computer to see which biomes are open at the time. He logs in and begins scrolling through the list. "Ah ok. I know just where to go." He gave her a small smile. "I'm sure you know the way to the meadows biome, but I need to accompany you there anyways." He gave her another smile as he opened the door leading out into the biomes to begin the walk over to the grass filled biome.

As they stepped into the grass biome, a pokemon almost immediately appeared before them, a sweet scent emanating from it's petals.

"A Budew, nice! I'll be right back here if you need me, but you probably won't. Let me know if anything happens."

As he looks over at the pokemon, stepping away, he notices the oddly colored petals, "I didn't know there were shinies in here." He mutters under his breath, his eyes wide.

The Budew tiptoes up to the trainer and in a small voice, attempts to make conversation with the trainer that makes Oliver want to facepalm, but he resists his laughter barely.

< I think I need a Paralyze Heal, because you're stunning, lil lady. >

The little grass type grins as he's called cute. His flirting skills had obviously improved, and he was proud of it. Maybe later he would ask that Roserade he had been eyeing out on a date.

< Yeah, I know I am. > The Budew puffed itself up proudly, trying to flex the little bulb on its head as much as it could. Oliver grins in the background, withholding laughter at the Budew's display, and the shiny grass type shoots a withering look his way.

< I'm a bit new here, > The Budew responds adding < But that doesn't make me any less better than the others here, > as an afterthought. He can't go around soiling his reputation by making others think that hes a newb. The little pokemon wasn't sure of what else the girl was asking for him to respond with as he keeps himself proudly puffed up, trying hard not to breath out in order to make him look taller.

As it flexed and showed off, it grinned at the girl's worry. He was obviously flexing enough to make her worried about how big it's muscles were! The Budew knew he is and will always be perfect, but it's nice to have somebody acknowledge that once in a while. Normally all the rangers just roll their eyes at him on their checkups to the grass biome as he tries to show off his amazing muscles, so it's nice to finally get some appreciation. Maybe that hot roselia would finally notice him now that others are finally acknowledging it!

< Eh, I don't really remember it all that much. It was trash, though, I remember that.
> The Budew ended it's flexing to continue it's train of thought, < Yeah, it was a literal trash can in some city or other. > It picks up its flexing again, < I don't really remember anything more than that. This place is so much nicer though. >

For the first time in it's short Budew life, the pokemon began thinking about how it actually got to be in a trash can in some city or other, but it can't really remember. Maybe it will in the future, but for now the little grass type is straining its muscles instead of its mind.

< How about you? What brings you here? > It continued with a wink.