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"Well, I've got to hand it to you, Ash. After she ran away from you at the cape, I honestly thought you'd blown it."

"Oh ye of little faith! Nobody can resist the Chosen One, Brock; remember Melody? And Bianca?"

"Tracey told me about Melody, yeah. But Bianca doesn't count because Misty and I were pretty sure it was Latias who actually kissed you."

"Whatever. So how was the rest of the festival?"

"Uh-uh, don't try and change the subject! Dawn and I want to hear about your night!"

"Brock, we're stuck on this train for the next six hours. Why have I got to give you the full nine yards right now? Or at all, for that matter?"

"Are you kidding me? You dragged us halfway across the country just so you could tell Misty how much you love her, and now you won't even tell us what happened?"

"Ugh, alright! Well, there's not much to tell, really. She was crying because she thought I'd rejected her at the cape, but then I told her she'd got it all wrong and that I was in love with her, and we…well, you know…"

"Had sex?"

"What?! No, of course not, you perv! We just, sort of, made out a little."

"Ooh, saucy! My little Ashy is all grown up!"

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I don't suppose you got a dance at the festival, did you?"

"Well, er, no…they probably just felt intimidated by my gorgeous smile and imposing physique. You know, the usual reason!"

"You keeping telling yourself that, Brock. Hey, there is one thing I wanted to tell you about last night, though."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I finally got the hang of your science crap."

"No way! I knew my advice would pay off in the end! Oh man, this is definitely going in the best man speech!"

"You know Misty and I have only been together for a day, right? But anyway, I think it's time you got rid of that book. You know, the one from Professor Oak? I've had enough of science and riddles to last me a lifetime."

Brock stands up suddenly from his seat across from me on the train. Edging slowly towards the aisle, he shoots me a suspiciously mischievous grin. "What book?"