[Ivy looks at the Salandit's smooth back. Ridge probably wasn't going to work.]

A Chinese Fireball, you say?

[At those words the Pokemon lifts its head up in interest.]

Oh, you like Fireball?

[He nods his head and blows a small stream of smoke out at her. Ivy smirks.]

A little on the nose. Or, on the snout should I say. But if it makes him happy. Fireball it is.

[She giving Newt a playful smirk again.]

Thank you, Newt.