“Bulba—Bulbasaur!” your bulbasaur says, doing little happy spins. He’s excited to see you. He can hardly contain himself. Bulbasaur leaps onto your lap, nuzzling into your stomach.

You’ve been gone all day, unable to take him when you usually do. “Bulbasaur!” he says, like he’s trying to complain about your absence. You’re his trainer, he’s supposed to be with you all the time.