[ There's showing up for drinks and there's being in town before then and taking care of various sundry business. Annie has her entourage of a team with her, Absol, Gogoat, Egg, Sobble, Rockruff, and Tentacool. The Tentacool floats and bobs along, the Sobble is riding (invisible) in Annie's hood, and everyone else is ambling along as one might expect.

Arlert isn't around, otherwise the Hoothoot would have swooped in to check out man, feline pokemon, and also the state of the tree itself.

She isn't, and so there's just a chorus of upturned eyes after the pause where Annie caught juuuuust the tail end of the floating, the too slow, leisurely nature of it antithesis to how she's landed in trees for years. Fritz, the Tentacool, places two tentacles over her eyes, rubbing at them. More incidental than surprised, as they fall back down and gently sway as she maintains her float in the air. ]

Wouldn't want to go out on a limb to suggest otherwise, but in some places, standing around in trees is more normal than you'd expect.

[ For the sake of not being eaten by Titans. Or in training to not be eaten by Titans. Or in running from Titans who'll eat you when not in Titan form.

Trees are useful, and this whole tableau is mildly entertaining. She slides her hands into her pockets, blinking up at him nice and slow.

There might, in fact, be three cats at play here right now. One's just distinctly less felinid than the rest. ]