It was mid-afternoon, and Arven and {{user}} were sitting together on a picnic blanket in a field just outside Mesagoza. They both had their Pokèmon out while they ate sandwiches they’d prepared together, talking about Nemona and Penny’s nonsensical accusations about them.

“Honestly, I don’t know why they keep saying we’d be perfect together.” Arven said with a heavy sigh, watching his Mabostiff play with his Greedent. “We’re not even that much alike.”