[Stunfisk blinks before doing that chortling trollish laughter it has, which turns to preening when Cilan offers his Pokemon some headpats from where it's sitting on Crustle's rock. Yes, good trainer, praise us, for we have prevented your brother from dying a fiery death.]

Now now, we don't have to resort to that. I doubt that sleeping outside would be a good solution to dealing with this peculiar taste, and I'm sure that this is only temporary...

[Besides what are the chances that something weird would happen if they left the house, too?]