Stare at Birch. Good. He's foraging... Or attempting. Maybe. Regardless, it occurred to Kira that she probably hadn't fed the poor guy since this morning. Retrieving an Oran Berry from her bag, she popped into her mouth and began to quickly brutalize the berry by mashing it to bits.
Plain. Filled with random tastes that merged to form a rainbow pallet gone black and dull. Generally unsatisfying. Scratch that. Nearly always unsatisfying. But it would do.
She spat out the saliva and berry mix onto her hand. Voila. Kira made Baby Food out of an Oran Berry.
Small Flying Type Pokémon rarely have developed of digestion systems when they are young. It's not easy for them to eat and digest their own food. Mashed foods are a lot easier on their stomachs. It's good for them and it helps them grow. So yeah. Oran Berries taste terrible. But Birch needed some food. She called him over and presented the mix before him. He usually ate fairly voraciously and quickly, so Kira had no doubt that she would succeed in feeding him this time. So she fed Birch the Baby Food.
But as she waited on Birch to finish his meal, Kira's thoughts turned outward. As much as she hated to admit it, her comrades had a point. They would be battling. They weren't sure when. They weren't sure how. But they would be battling. It's a natural thing in the Pokémon world; they fight. Biting her lip, Kira knew what she had to do. She was going to look like such a massive hypocrite for this one...
Once Birch is done eating, search for a Pokémon that Birch could fight.