The machoke grabbed the cupcake eagerly, shoving it into his mouth and gulping down the thing without even chewing.

"Whoa - slow down, buddy, heh." And Doug picked up his, before nodding. "Thanks, little guy. I don't think I have anything to give back, though."

He pondered for a moment, slightly contemplative. Well, it hadn't actually complained about the presented pokeball.

"You're really friendly, little guy, heh." Provided the delibird allowed him to do so, he lightly brushed the delibird on the beak - the flyers he was used to liked that. "Do you just want to come along? You might be able to keep Tundra company."