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"Ew." It was more observation than reaction. Misty lazily raised her arm. "My fingers are sticking together."

Ash lifted the bill of his hat slightly; just enough to let him gaze at her hand without allowing the sunlight to hit his eyes. "Gross."

"I hate this kinda weather. You should come visit me in Cerulean more often."

"You don't have humidity in Cerulean?"

"Nope. We're not next to the ocean like you guys, so it's much nicer."

He lowered his bill and stretched back in the grass. "Yeah…I remember the summer's being cooler up there when I visited."

"That's another thing. The heat never gets this bad there."

He shrugged. "But, it's in the north."

"So?"

"Southern Kanto's just a better place, generally. If the weather isn't perfect, we make up for it in other ways."

This piqued her interest. "How so?" She was too sweaty to be angry, but a hinted alertness colored her tone.

"I just mean our people are generally nicer down here…and the food's better…and there's less pollution."

She rolled her eyes and turned her head towards him in the grass. "The people are nicer and there's less pollution 'cause there's no cities here. And the food thing? That's just wrong. Besides the bad things cities bring, in the north we have all kinds of restaurants from around the world. Not to mention dozens of museums and big businesses. You'll never find those things down here."

He took a deep breath of the suffocating air.

"It's too gross out here to fight. How about you agree we have better food, and I'll admit you have more stuff to do?"

Compromise was a rare element in their arguments, but today it just made sense as the redhead felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of her forehead.

"Yeah, alright. Wanna hold hands?"

"It's too humid. We'd stick together if we did that."

She suddenly intertwined her fingers with his. "That's fine, I don't have anywhere else to be."