Green S. Oak

[He was about to have an encounter. Green was actually on his way back to the forest, single flower in his hand. He was going to pick more, but then he thought Ivysaur might not have liked him picking flowers in the first place, so he settled on only one. He saw Frankie walking, sharp pang firing off in his chest at the sight of the other Ivysaur. He said nothing, at first.]