[Esteban had never heard of growlithes evolving in mountains only. But then, Godric is so clearly different than Puppy that he's not too surprised, it's just unexpected. And then there's the mention of surfing Pikachus, and Esteban has to take a double glance.]
"Like. On their tails?" [He'd never heard of a Pikachu surfing-- but there is Raichu, and he shouldn't be so surprised? But it still sounds odd to him, that they learn before their tail is even big enough to support their weight. But then Harry mentions the surfboard, and Esteban absolutely does not know how to react to that.]
[A pikachu... with a surfboard.]
[Alright. This might as well happen. Esteban's grin grows wide across his cheeks again as he nods, and goes to step around little Grumpy, who responds by promptly smashing his little club onto the redhead's foot.]
"OUCH! Grumpy?!?" [He calls out loudly, only for the little monster to snort out a puff of breath, and toss his tiny club ahead of them. The floor cracks and churns, and the crumbled wall shifts around a rather round stone, lifting into arms and legs and a small head that looks rather miffed at being awoken. Esteban looks far too flabberghasted to react right away, foot still pulsing in the protest from the violence.]
Can be a pokemon battle, if you want. Or it can just leave quietly.
"Like. On their tails?" [He'd never heard of a Pikachu surfing-- but there is Raichu, and he shouldn't be so surprised? But it still sounds odd to him, that they learn before their tail is even big enough to support their weight. But then Harry mentions the surfboard, and Esteban absolutely does not know how to react to that.]
[A pikachu... with a surfboard.]
[Alright. This might as well happen. Esteban's grin grows wide across his cheeks again as he nods, and goes to step around little Grumpy, who responds by promptly smashing his little club onto the redhead's foot.]
"OUCH! Grumpy?!?" [He calls out loudly, only for the little monster to snort out a puff of breath, and toss his tiny club ahead of them. The floor cracks and churns, and the crumbled wall shifts around a rather round stone, lifting into arms and legs and a small head that looks rather miffed at being awoken. Esteban looks far too flabberghasted to react right away, foot still pulsing in the protest from the violence.]