Peter grinned hugely when Carol conceded that he was right about at least that much - it was a small victory but well Peter was happy to take it even if that was as far as he made it.
"That's the first thing we've gotta work on," Peter said with a laugh as Carol allowed him the lead. "We don't hunt them - they're not like.... deer?" He said fumbling for a comparison, they were much more like - well honestly Peter didn't have a good comparison for what they really were like, but they weren't just out there waiting for someone to come along and catch them. At least that's what Peter assumed, maybe they really were.
"Well I mean," Peter rubbed a hand against the back of his neck as he shrugged. "So okay, Clint and I were walking through the woods together, like an enchanted forest kind of woods, and then the little guy just kind of wandered into our path and he was trying to get berries, so I helped him get a couple he couldn't reach and then he just kind of started following me around."
"I don't think they follow it - I mean bulbasaur started just following me before I ever got one. It's kind of like a home for them? Like a dog house," He said seeking another not quite right comparison.