Ted chuckled. "Thing? That's a bit callous, don't you think?" He couldn't deny that Gengar was a curiosity. Ted looked lovingly towards the ever-jubilant Trevenant, absorbed with its own reveries.

"These two are what's called pokemon; about as intelligent a beast as one could hope to find. Though your birds may challenge that, given their penchant for mockery. Gengar likes that too; making fun. Maybe a little too much." He shot him a look, which Gengar took as a flattery.

"Gengar, on top of being a mischievous scamp, is a 'Ghost' type. Don't worry, I don't think that means anything metaphysical. Just that he likes to go through walls and haunt on occasion. Thankfully the latter is something I've exercised from his sphere of activity. Now he goes on walks. He's handy to have around nowadays, in the summer. Did you notice how it got cooler when we came by? A chill proceeds him wherever he goes.

Now it's my turn! What are those mockingbirds of yours?"