So it was kind of a fanboy meeting a celebrity thing? Or like... the Disney version of Ahab and his whale. [Because lord knows if Disney did that, he'd be wanting to ride the beast instead of murder it.]

[Connie peers over Hank's fingers and he hands her down to the Sylveon. She's still very small, clutching her flower that she keeps forever perfect.]

Is that a shiny one? [Says Hank, who is largely unfamiliar with how shinies work other than sparkles and sometimes great or very unfortunate odd coloration.]

She's good, but she's got a mean streak if someone picks a fight with her. I feel like I'm carrying the pokemon version of a concealed weapon. [And, honestly, he's a little proud of that.]