Vinnie let that information digest. Being able to leave, that was a good thing, right? Barring any more disasters that send him spiraling into debt, that is. He didn't know when his leaves would grow in - could be in a week, could be in a year, or never. Wasn't likely he'd manifest any sort of power. Grass was pretty awful against Steel anyway. That pollen-based bonus was just hay fever.

"I really doubt that..." But as ever, the Venusaur looked to Red. His trainer always knew what would be best for him, right? He would know how to figure out contract thingers. It reassured him to let his boss have the final say.

Red, the wisest and most masculine of all human beings, show him the way.