"Inari? It's nice to meet you! I'm Noelle." The pinkette introduces herself enthusiastically, the man's somewhat stoic demeanor didn't seem to faze her much. Likely because of the bunch of weirdo's, her 'family', she dealt with on a daily basis was far more difficult than what most people encountered on a day to day basis. Except Bryony. Honestly, Noelle had no idea how she put up with the rest of them, but, she was a saint for it.

The man's offer was met with the slightest tilt of her head. Did he mean it? He didn't look like the type to joke around but...ah, why not? Naturally, she's a touchy sort of individual - one who often fails to understand what 'personal space' is. And so, she had no qualms about suddenly locking hands with the man. She even had the nerve to swing the arms a bit, as though they were two old friends walking down memory lane. Not thinking twice about it, she merely hummed, continuing to look straight forward.

"Oh!" She suddenly perked up, "are you hungry? I brought snacks ah...somewhere around here. Homemade dragon pops, my little off brand creation of Dragon Flakes - have you heard of those!?" She idly chatted with a perky, cheerful smile. "They're a bit- okay, no, they're pretty spicy, but, have this sorta sweet tang to them, y'know? Like ah...'ow why does this burn so good - ow but aahhh!' sorta type of thing." Animated as always as she expressed what she was saying in a variety of hand motions and expressions, she seemed pretty...passionate (?) about it? Or, maybe she was just like this with all food in general?

The metallic clinking noise was slightly startling as a kling-klang drifted by. Such an...odd pokemon. But, a pokemon nonetheless. It stared at the two trainers for a moment in a pausing motion...perhaps a bit too long for Odessa's comfort. The dragonair chased the steel-type away with an intimidating and narrow-eyed stare as the serpentine matron reared to her towering height. Seemed the presence of a dragon really did make these sort of 'adventures' easier.