For that, you received a strange look. "'Course I do. Where else would I live?"
You realized your misstep and quickly backed up.
"Oh, well, to be honest, I don't really know that much about wild Pokemon biology. Not many out from where I was from, apart from the domestically raised type. I've never seen any of your species up close."
That ameliorated the Buizel, who smiled sweetly.
"Oh, well, in that case, I'll correct you. I live inside a den with my momma in a lil' cave by the river. It's cozy, and warm, and has all the dried fish you can eat. You'd like my momma, she's real nice and has a great sense of humor.
You wrinkled your nose at the mention of fish. A stockpile of fish probably meant that it was going to stink to high heaven in there. That might take some time to get used to.
There was another thing that nagged at the back of your mind that begged addressing. You knew that not all Pokemon were friendly toward humans and you wanted to make sure that you weren't about to enter into an awkward situation.
"Buizel, about your mother... She wouldn't hate me because I'm a human, would she?"
Buizel chewed on this for a couple of seconds with a thoughtful expression.
When she spoke her words were slow and deliberate.
"I don't see why she would. I don't think any humans hurt her personally, or anyone she knew. "
She squinted her eyes. "You hadn't done anything to make her want to hate you, did you?"
You threw up your hands in defense and waved them from side to side. "No, no. Of course not. I was just hiking out here when I was shrunk down by something. The thing is that I'm way too small to get around on my own and I need a lot of help if I want to survive. I don't want your mother getting angry at me and tossing me out, or worse."
Innocent as she was, the Buizel immediately took you at your word much to your relief.
"Ok! Don't worry about her. Unless you've got fins and can swim she won't hurt a fly, I promise."
You took some comfort in that and relaxed in her fur, though not completely. You still had no idea what was going to happen, and remained on edge.
Buizel walked toward the riverbank and stopped in front of a small hole bored out of rock and clay.
She looked down and called into the darkness, "Momma, I'm home, and I brought a friend," before she threw herself in headfirst and slid down a long slippery path.
(What happens next?)
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