"Fuecoco," Siebren repeats, his posture relaxing again once the creature (and his numerous teeth) is securely settled in Drelasa's hold. "Apologies if this is a foolish question, but is your friend named for the pokemon? The resemblance is quite striking!"

The resemblance is suspicious, really, but Siebren isn't sure how to explain it. The technology of the Isles does not seem advanced enough to actually bioengineer a living creature in the image of a mascot character. Even the Earth he came from has yet to develop the sort of technologies required to develop such an animal!

...

Well, that's what Doctor O'Deorain claims. Perhaps she just doesn't want him to have any pokemon.