"Ash! Dinner is ready!" I call.
Ash trots in with Pikachu and Maril on his heels. I set a plate of two pieces of pizza in front of Ash, and pokèchow Brock gave me in front of Pikachu and Maril. Ash tastes it eagerly and grins.
"Hey! You didn't try to poison me this time!" Jokes Ash. I roll my cerulean eyes and sit down to my own plate.
Within minutes, we're finished, but still famished.
"Seconds?" Ash suggests. I shrug and fetch some more pizza.
"Hey, listen to this: Pizza me Misty!" Ash laughs. I even throw him a giggle. He smiles and returns to his meal.
Soon, we finish and decide to play 20 questions.
"Ok: the tthing I'm thinking of is what I always stole from you, " I laughed maniacally. He'll never guess.
"Um. Do I always have it?" He asks. I put on a pretend thinking face.
"You used to, " I chuckle. He looks at me carefully. As if using my reactions as a hint to what I'm thinking of.
"Is it food?" He asks hopefully. I simply toss my hand and snort. He glares at me instinctively.
"OK. Is it, important?" He sighs.
"I always thought so, then, everything changed," I whispered. His face brightens.
"Is it, my Podgiot?" He asks delightfully. I sigh and shake my head as an answer. He strokes his fake beard with a smirk.
"Then,, is it, a person?" He asks.
"Doubtful. But you treated it like one," I laughed.
"You?" He asks jokingly. I scoff.
"I'm counting that as a question!" I warn him.
"It was one!" He pushes.
"Well, that's, six," I shrug.
"Food?"
"You already asked that," I told him. "But, I'm counting it anyway, " I smirked.
"What? Why?" He asks. My smirk turns smug.
"Seven eight nine!" I laugh. He punches my arm playfully and I continue laughing.
"My hat?" he asks. I nod.
"Oh my god, Misty! Really!? Ha! Surprising!" He giggles.
"Your turn," I order.
...
"One question left, Mist!" I tell the fuming redhead.
I told her the thing is fiery, red and white with two splashes of blue and tall, but not elegant. This thing loves water, and hates bugs. Irritates the hell outta me, but will always have a place in my heart. Yeah. She got ALL THAT out of yes and no questions.
"Brock?!" She hisses. I nod while laughing hysterically on her orange couch.
She, however, does not find this amusing. She scoffa and sinks into the couch.
"Then what the frick is it?!" She fumes.
"You,"
"WHAT THE FREAKING HELL?!" She growls. I burst into another fit of laughter.
"I was never gonna get that. Especially with inaccurate information, " she hufs. I stop laughing for a brief moment to speak.
"Mist, that info was dead on. A stranger could pick you out!" I snort. She giggles slightly as I poke her stomach.
"it's a possibility, " she mumbles. I smirk and glance at the clock. 12:36. I'm exhausted.
"Night," I say without warning. I get a glimpse of her shocked face before blacking out.