Shelley, Torkoal, Dwebble, Chad: After Shelley conveyed her teammate's story via her smoke, Torkoal told Shelley he was glad she found a home with Keith, and also expressed a hope that things worked out for him. Shelley smiled and nodded in response, partly to indicate that she hoped so as well, and partly to indicate that she was sure it would work out for him.
Meanwhile, Chad had started to withdraw his Pokémon, though told Dwebble that he could stay out of his ball, the better to get accustomed to his new shell, which the Bug/Rock-type seemed to appreciate very much. He started walking around, almost as though strutting, to show off his shell to the pair of Torkoal. Shelley couldn't help but smile- not only did the shell really seem to suit Dwebble, but it also reminded Shelley that it was her doing what that got him such a fitting shell. Wanting to convey just how glad she was that Dwebble was happy with his rock, and just how glad she was that she was able to help make it happen, she started to expel White Smoke from her shell once more. Still a little tired from the elaborate attempt at storytelling she'd done with Torkoal, yes, but she was nevertheless able to find strength enough for this one. This time, the smoke what came out of her shell took the shape of dozens of miniature humanoid figures, every one of them seeming to clap their hands in enthusiastic applause. Although she couldn't of course make them actually replicate the sounds of applause, she hoped it got the point across nonetheless.
Alas, not long afterwards, Chad returned with a Mienfoo in tow. Shelley found her new friends having to bid her farewell, at least for the time being. The Torkoal was a bit sad to see them go, though couldn't really complain too much, all things considered. Once they were gone, Shelley walked off in another direction, hoping to meet back up with her Trainer- once she had rested up a bit, she'd try and convey what just happened to him with her smoke. It had been a remarkable day.
**SOME TIME AFTER THAT STORYLINE**
A delicious aroma wafted throughout much of the park, and it didn't take much searching to find the source- Keith Masters was setting up a picnic lunch for himself and also for, and with the help of, his Pokémon. A Swoobat was using Confusion to levitate a bunch of hamburger patties in midair, while a Weedle crawled around on the ground, inspecting each one, sniffing at them with her extraordinary nose, and occasionally unleashing Firestream attacks at carefully determined angles to cook them properly. Nearby, there stood a Torkoal, which a frying pan full of sizzling bacon resting on her shell. Curiously, the smoke wafting out of the Torkoal's shell seemed to be directing itself into the frying pan, as opposed to floating away in the air. Meanwhile, Keith was spreading out picnic blankets on the ground, while Meowth carried a stack of paper plates, while a Beedrill and a Dusknoir seemed to be having a sparring match in midair to pass the time until the food was ready. A shiny yellow stone was set into a band the Beedrill wore on his left stinger.
"Mmmm," Keith sighed upon sniffing at the air. "Smells good, guys!" he called over to his Weedle, Swoobat, and Torkoal. "Mel, Peeves, lunch is almost ready," he added, addressing his Beedrill and Dusknoir respectively. "You may want to finish up your match- and no, Mel, I'm not Mega Evolving you for the sake of speeding things up."
Melittin rolled his eyes, though this didn't surprise him. Of course Keith didn't want him to seriously injure Peeves, and if Mega Evolution came into the picture, that's just what could happen. He jealously eyed the Key Stone set into Keith's Mega Hat, but turned back to the Dusknoir, just in time to evade his Shadow Ball. At least he was getting in some sort of training, not to mention the delicious lunch which would so soon be his.