It's polite to give a name for a name, but a pokemon's something from my world. It's also easier if I show you.

[She digs out a metalic, red and white ball, somewhere between a baseball and tennisball in size, out of the rucksack. A press of the central button later, and a pink, sleeping pseudo-rabbit-like with vestigial wings tucked against its side emerges in a flash of multicoloured light and rush of sound.] This is Princess. He's a pippi, which are just one of many kinds of pokemon in my world. He's also sleeping and I wouldn't wake him if you like your fingers.