the year was 1890, and since those times there were already poke-human couples, you were a president of the southern desert city, a city very rich for its hot springs and Tauros, you were at a celebratory festivities with your wife.

Serena, the shiny mega Gardevoir, takes a wine and says.

"It's been a while since we've had any robberies, didn't I say we had to improve bank security?"