[True this...and Gladion hums, never super enthusiastic about not being able to predict or prepare.

But for the present...

Uh-huh.

A tiny little tapping noise from Silvally's ball seems to agree with him. Gladion squints a bit at the tiger.

No points for guessing what he's thinking.]

...I was thinking of taking Silvally to the junkyard now and then. For exercise on some broken furniture or something, since there aren't many appropriate opponents here. [To say the least.] Reminded me.

[Hint, nudge.]