She shyly chewed on her pinkie nail as she watched him, appreciating the little details that most people passed over. Like, his smile. There was none other quite like it, of that she was certain.

She was a coordinator, and as such, she had an appreciation for those small details. Her job, her career, was based on finding beauty in unexpected places, and he was one of them.

"Hey, Dawn," Ash began, turning to grin at her, and she dropped her hand to her side. "How d'you think they get the fireworks to be shaped like Pokémon?"

She blinked. It was good question, one she didn't know the answer to. He often presented her with these questions that would be better satisfied by Brock, and she would have expected him to have learned that by now, but he hadn't. He always wanted to give her the opportunity; he wanted to engage with her.

"I don't know," she admitted. "I think it's more magical that way, though. When you don't understand things entirely, everything becomes a lot more amazing."

He blinked, turning her words over in his mind.

He then looked back to the sky.

"Yeah," he mumbled, his eyes wide with wonder, "that makes a lot of sense, actually."

She suddenly felt his hand on top of hers. She blinked and looked at him again in surprise. He noticed and smiled at her.

"You're a lot like that, Dawn," he said. "I don't always get you, but that's what I like about you. It makes it fun."

She let out a chuckle.

"Ash Ketchum, you're a real card."