Your parent was a hunter. That meant, every now and again, you'd cross through the roadhouse. So, while your parent spoke with Jo or Ellen or whatever other hunter was around, you sat at a table as Ash approached you, smiling.

"Hey, kid," Ash greeted, as he held out a chocolate bar. "What's this?" He always did this when you came to the roadhouse, gave you more candy than you knew what to do with.