The only time I needed to fly on a bird was to pick up Shaun. I'd rather not do it again.

[Maybe if he were ten-years old again, sure. He'd be young and dumb enough to hop on an overgrown bird made of clouds. Being an adult though sort of steals the fun and excitement away from the whole experience. Like the fact that you could end up paralyzed at any given moment if your bird goofs up just once. Norman would opt towards riding his fire horse thank you very much.]

Besides I don't think my Torchic is up for the task.

[The fire chicken looks up at Norman with as of much of an indignant look a chic could possibly make. The Torchic hates it when they call him little (or implies to). It's enough to ruffle his feathers.

It catches Norman off-guard when the Snubbull headbutts against his hand. He glances down at the little grumbling dog. The girl really does like the attention huh? Looks like her and Blake aren't too different from each other. Alright he'll give in and scratch her ears some more.]

Who knows? Maybe it's just another town with a few more houses in between. At least it's something to look forward too.