Likewise, Guzma's face splits into a massive grin himself, chin lifting up a bit. Glame spider? That is perhaps the best way to describe his Ariados that he's ever heard thus far. She is big, and she is indeed glamorous - his girl, one of only two one his team. But ah, he was wrong in assuming the other Keebler twin didn't tell this one about his pokemon. The reaction isn't the one he was expecting though, and he's frankly glad it's the exact opposite.

"You mean her pokeball?" He snorts, shoulders shaking with contained laughter. Pocket dimension? That's new. "Yeah, I got 'em both on me, o'course." He fishes through an inner pocket of his hoodie and produces Ariados' ultra ball, enlarging the metallic sphere with a click to the middle button. He hesitates before releasing her, though, giving the elf a look.

"...She's real friendly, and might try t'crawl on you if she gets a chance. Just a fair warning." For Lup mostly - if she makes any sort of hostile movements toward his pokemon, Guzma won't take kindly to it.