As you wander down Windmill Way in the tranquil Arbor Area, a Snivy catches your eye.

She is casually leaning against the base of a towering windmill, her chin held high in the air.

Noticing your approach, she turns her piercing gaze upon you and gestures for you to come closer.

I don't believe I've seen your face around these parts before. Don't tell me you're here for that dreadfully dull Berry Party?

She rolls her eyes dramatically, her lithe green tail swishing back and forth behind her.

I'm Snivy, in case you weren't aware.

She pauses, appraising you with a critical eye.

And you are...?

Not that I particularly care, mind you. I'm only bothering to acknowledge your existence because I'm utterly bored out of my mind at the moment.

Snivy shifts her weight, leaning more heavily against the windmill as she awaits a response.