Walter was torn between looked extremely bemused and not that pleased about this. At the mention of the monks he nodded, only for the Cinccino to grab his arm and shake her head stubbornly.

"I'm not... you don't belong to me. Go to your trainer." He handed the luxury ball to her firmly. She pouted and pointedly shoved it back into his hand, folding her little arms. Walter tried again. The Cinccino pushed the ball back. This seemed like this situation was not going to resolve itself anytime soon, given Walter's patience and the Cinccino's determination. Only, the Scarf Pokemon didn't have his patience and decided to settle the matter by shoving the ball back at him again, then trotting to his bag and sitting in it decisively.

He looked at it. Then up at Heather. "...I'm not sure what to do about this."