Silver was walking on the western side of Seaside Hill, taking in the great weather as he noticed how large the white, puffy clouds in the clear blue sky were. He looked up at the bright yellow sun, which looked down at him and smiled. Cream walked up to Silver, also looking up at the sun.
"Mr. Silver, does the sun normally have a face?" Cream asked, her hands behind her back.
Silver rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Well, not really. Sometimes, it's viewed as cartoony as opposed to its actual, true self."
Cream titled her head to the right as she turned to Silver. "Why is that?"
Silver shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe to make the place appear more vibrant."
Cream simply nodded her head as she and Silver continued to appreciate the great view.