"Hey, mom. You have any idea what those three could be talking about?" Psy asked his mother, as they sat in their backyard on the porch steps looking at their Pokémon eat.
"I honestly don't know," his mother replied. "I'm not sure how your father understands Pokémon speech. He's never explained it to me, other than saying he's been with Pokémon for a long time." Azuma tried to pick up the empty bowl in front of her, but couldn't get a good grip. Granny picked up the bowl for her and carried it inside along with his own. Azuma then walked over to Psy to sit on his lap. "Spend a lot of time with Pokémon, huh?" he thought out loud. "Too much work." Azuma threw her arms up and happily yelled out her name. Based on what his dad told him before, Psy guessed that she repeated what he previously said. "Having dad around, does make it easier for us to understand them. Otherwise I wouldn't have really guessed that Azuma has a habit of copying what I say. "It's strange, though