[Hank quietly realizes that it's still strange for her to float there as he pulls his hand back, letting her linger in the air with her slowly spinning flower like a Mary Poppins parasol.]

She's a Floette, a fairy type. I've had her since she was a little Flabebe.

[She chirps one of her little name noises that baffle him. There is a way that he talks about fairies that says that he reveres them. She looks at it with her big dark eyes and comically exaggerated lashes, tapping it with a small hand.]

I'm still not great at remembering which ones are fairy types. I bet you'd be better at it than me.