They walk side by side, stepping onto the Surging Steppes' verdant grass. For a while, it all seems peaceful, too peaceful for Tuesday's liking.

"Hmm... Bartók, how would you feel about evolving?" The Alchemist asks, mismatched eyes inspecting their surroundings in search for threats as they continue onwards.

<'Oh! Will I get stronger if I evolve?'>

"Not necessarily, but you will look different and get new moves"

<'Oh. HELL YEAH!'>

Tuesday smirks, but just as she's about to say something else, she pauses — her attention drawn to a nearby sound.

Blitzle.

That's what the baby zebra Pokémon had been called, according to the name tag and HP bar that appeared over its head when Bartók engaged in battle. It hadn't taken much for the tanky Deerling to get it to flee, but even though they had just kept walking since then, Tuesday still wonders why a Zebra would have such a name.

"Blitzle... Blitz.. I really hope that's not a fucked up historical reference to The Blitz. Blitzen? But that's a reindeer... hm..."

Sure, Mars could look it up on Bulbapedia later, but to be entirely honest he'll probably forget. For now, it just keeps Tuesday occupied while waiting to encounter another pokémon.

Speaking of which...

<'Oh! Look over there!'> Bartók exclaims.

The Klink takes heavy hit after heavy hit (or rather, kick after kick), but none of it seems to be enough to bring it down just yet. No matter, it will happen; it's a matter of 'when', not 'if'.

So, since things seem to be going well, Tuesday decides not to intervene, leaving Bartók to enjoy his fight.

While he does that, she opens her UI, gazing at her inventory and remembering what Professor Ash had said about her Eevee's personality test. She probably should give it a name before seeing the professor again...