Matching
"Now we have a matching set!" Lyra chirped when she presented her new Sneasel to him.
"No, we don't. That one's pink." Not that he really cared. It just annoyed him that she always found a way around the real definitions of things, distorting facts with her optimism. "Matching means same, and pink is not the same as black."
Lyra gave him a pouting look. "That's not how I see it," she insisted. "Matching doesn't mean same—it means…two things go well together!"
"Hmph." Silver was unconvinced, but he couldn't bring himself to argue with her as he watched his normally prickly Pokémon playing with hers like a carefree kitten. "Whatever."