"That sounds like a terrible place to live." She held her arms closer to herself instinctively. Not that it was terribly easy to do that with a full mug of hot chocolate without spilling it.

"It doesn't snow often in Kanto, where I was born. But it was snowing the first day I left the Pokemon Centre, when I was a few months old. I remember wondering why it disappeared when it hit the ground." A fuzzy, distant memory, but she could still remember certain details like being wrapped in a certain young boy's jacket with her head poking out over the zipper as they walked to her new home. It hurt.

"...I'd prefer a tropical paradise."