[Aw yiss! He's got this! Catching it with his two arms is easy, but throwing it is the more complicated part. Can't drop it when he slings it back! Meanwhile Excadrill is sour and ugh and how could you guys make him play this entirely silly game (as he makes an enthusiastic swipe at Chandelure's ball with a shovel-claw)]

At long last. At the very least I seem... unaltered. [Ingo expels a drawn-out breath, suddenly looking tired.] I would ask how things were at this destination, but judging by the Malnosso announcement... [they're stirring up more trouble. Lovely.]