Bayadei's mom senses, honed by raising two Pokemon, a kid of her own, and nearly a dozen cousins, nephews, and nieces, start tingling something fierce when the pink being begins crying, not about being crushed under Crusher, but at the sight of his wrecked cake. "Hey, hey! It's okay, you're okay, it's gonna be okay," She whispers, sweeping the weeping local into a hug, "We're gonna fix this, okay? How about we cook you something new?" She reaches down to her belt with one hand and pulls a pokeball free. "Yeke, we need you!"
The Rapidash appears in a flash of light, tossing his head to send his fiery mane flaring with a dramatic WHOOSH as his hooves churn the grass. Then he gets a look at what's actually going on, and immediately adopts a less threatening pose with an embarrassed nicker, damping his flames down as he waits for instructions. "Make us a firepit, please," Bayadei orders, pulling a large, iron skillet and a jar of oil from the saddlebags. "Mona, Sergeant, if you could please check the house to see if anyone else is home, and if they have anything that would be good for baking?"
As the horse pokemon begins cropping the grass down to the dirt in a small circle with large, efficient bites, she turns her attention back to the pink local as she starts greasing her pan. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you! Despite the circumstances. I'm Bayadei," She smiles down at him (or possibly her?), "My horse is Yeke, he doesn't talk, but he's a very good listener. The metal woman is Mona, and the big guy is Crusher. Very accurate name, wouldn't you say? His parents must have been quite insightful. I know he sounds a bit rough, but he means well, I promise."