[Harald raises a hand to his lips to stifle his own amused chuckle as Thrym lolls its tongue back into its mouth and snickers. It floats back over to his side.] Of course. It's always a pleasure to offer a hand. Though... I don't believe there's much else I can do about your other friend.

[His attention shifts thusly to Decker on the umbrella. He feels it will be best to let the Aipom clamber down on its own, but he doesn't voice this. What Luxord decides to do about it is between those two, not Harald.

He murmurs a quick apology to the shopkeeper, inquiring if they're unharmed and so forth, before returning his gaze to Luxord.]

I do hope your Pokémon won't feel too sore about all of this. I'd hate to be on bad terms with them right from the start.