"It was so cool! You swept the whole of Roark's team only with your Piplup!" Lucas shouted excitedly.
"It's nothing amazing. Piplup just had a type advantage."
"Still, though... I think you deserve some kind of rewa- hey! There's some ice cream over there!"
Without waiting for the girl's answer, Lucas pulled her by the wrist and quickly pushed her onto the parlour seat.
"You like vanilla, right? Mister! Two scoops of vanilla here, please!"
"Are you sure you're okay with paying for me, Lucas?" Dawn quietly inquired, fiddling with the hem of her skirt nervously.
"Nonsense!" Lucas laughed, waving his hand in dismissal. "With a win like that, this barely covered what you earned!"
Dawn nodded, face red in embarrassment. "Th-thank you..." she muttered.
Tilting his head to get a look at Dawn's face, Lucas smiled a little. He leaned over from his seat and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, before softly placing his lips on her temple.
"You're welcome..."