...according to the contents in my bag, I'm a... breeder. What exactly am I to... breed?

[Yes, he's been here for three months and never figured this out.

And Kitora is seated on a bench somewhere near the pokécenter of Violet City, reading this Breeder's Handbook, again. His Gloom is napping next to him, curled up in a blanket. Kitora takes a moment to stare at his book, then his pokémon, and then he shudders. He can't even imagine it.]