'Satu can't you... not...' Blastoise tried, he did, but it didn't work. He wished that he had confidence that he'd grow to be half the size of Lilith Lander's familiar because then he'd be able to sit on her legs and keep her in place, but it wouldn't happen. And even if it did, by the time he got that big she'd be old enough to be a master elemental and able to slide him around on a floor of ice or something. 'Just don't do anything that's going to make mom mad.'
Scout's honor.
'You were never in the Scout's...'
"Wrong," Satu corrected, pointing the bat at him and then catching the ball. Too bad it hadn't hit him. She had no idea of how he'd have reacted, but she knew that if it had and he'd come over then she'd have acted like it was an accident. Satu knew that she looked adorable and she could use it. If she wanted to. She didn't want to right now and doubted it'd work anyhow. Nice, adorable twelve-year-olds didn't try to give random strangers a concussion. "I'm the coolest person around. Except my mom, she's ice when she wants to be, but other than that..." Satu shrugged the shoulder her bat wasn't resting on now and grinned. "You got a second and know how to throw a ball? I'd ask mom--" She stopped and jerked her chin towards the mother over on the playground. Or who was probably the mother, but god forbid she was hers because she had black hair. "But she can't pitch to save her life. Won't hit the ball at your head this time."