Joy wasn't entirely happy with how she had designed the character model. With pink hair, it was almost too peppy for her tastes. But she had done at least some research, and Nurse Joy was apparently an actual Pokémon lady with pink hair. And apparently, were a hivemind or clones or something? Whatever the point was, she went with it, and finally solidified her choices.

It wasn't until she was finally in the new body that she had designed, that had Joy stunned for a few seconds just taking it all in. It wasn't her first experience with this tech, but it was certainly the first in a body of her own making. Her hands brushed up through the hair to see the pink locks brushing in front of her face. The jewelry already attached to her ears were given a gentle tug as well, and she couldn't help but just laugh.

"Oh, yeah. This'll do."

She finally gave attention to Dr. Bunya, and quite frankly the woman already seemed far more interesting than all the stuffy doctors she worked with. Willing to make shit up on the fly? Now that was what she was talking about.

Joy reached out to grab a chair, just casually dragging it over to Bunya's desk. Books and various takeout boxes were absolutely knocked down in the process, but she didn't even seem to care. And truthfully, she didn't. Sitting down, she'd shamelessly lean back in it, propping her legs up on the professor's desk with a smirk.

"Alright, fire away. This the part where you find out all what's wrong with me, yeah?" Joy just laughed, rolling her eyes. She had heard about the personality test to determine what of those little beasts you got. No way to just choose, huh? "Oh baby, lots of things. Come on, lay it on me."

Joy just suddenly blinked. Name Pokemon? Shiiiit, she did not have that. She barely knew any of them, except some of the few she's absorbed through just cultural osmosis or her barebones research.

"Uhhh, Pikachu?" It wasn't really a question, but her tone of voice certainly sounded like one. "Uh, Charizard, umm- the fat one, Snorlax. Mewtwo. Oh, Mew."

She paused for just a brief second, blinking. What was some of the ones she's actually seen while working or researching? "Uhh, Munna? Yeah, that lazy ball. Chansey, Blissey, Audino, and uh- Furret. Yeah, that guy." She counted mentally 10 different names, and then just shrugged.

Moving on, she just tilted her head. What exactly were these questions? "... A cool one, I guess. It's not like I know every one that already exists or something. Definitely not any of those I mentioned earlier. But, whatever one that just, jams all day. Sure."

And finally, the last question. Joy's eyebrows rose slowly, taking it all in. What was with this girl and fish? And what kind of question was that? Certainly not standard, that was for sure. The gal was making it up as she went.

Was the professor coming onto her? Or just using the Pokémon test as a way to sort out potential future dates? She just faintly smirked a bit wider at the idea, unable to help but laugh.

"Hah, classic. Play you a song I wrote, or some nonsense like that. But y'know, could also just order some super freakin' fancy tuna sandwiches to get delivered to us in the mean time as we play. Can't beat homemade, sure. But y'know, better than nothing. And hey, if you're gonna be forgetful, might as well go and be fancy. Least you can do on a date is spend a little extra dough to make up for mistakes, ya dig? Own up to forgetting, sure, but fix it."

Joy couldn't help but laught as the professor seemed quite eager for 'tunya.' "God, you really love talking like a cat, huh? Keep being you, lady."

She just laughed, especially at the horrifying drawing. Hell yeah. She didn't know what it was, but it certainly wasn't any official notes or nothing. This was just shooting the breeze and getting a random Pokeball tossed to her, wasn't it?

She could roll with that. The right kind of spontaneity. Hell yeah. This doc wasn't so bad.

Her fingers brushed against the letters on the Pokeball as she read it. Fuecoco? She didn't even have a single clue what that was, but she was sure to find out eventually.

Kicking back from the desk, she stood up once more. Just casually shoving the Pokeball into her jacket pocket, she continued to speak. "Well, you've been real helpful doc. We'll see what I can do about 'tunya' sandwhiches some time, huh? Lemme guess, time to go meet the Mom lady for some shoes first and then come right back to deliver a package for ya, huh?"