After spending so much time running around underground, Hummingbird appreciated the routine of the surface much more. No more euoplos and their big scary clubs! (Though Peach Pit had been very nice.) No more nasty, mean iguanodons! Sure, the surface wasn’t always peaceful, it still had carnos and acros and cryos that weren’t as sweet as Fainel, but at least she knew what to expect.
Like Lovebird and Macaw running up to her, looking much too confident, which she kne...