He spent most of that day at the carnival hungry and thirsty; he had spent all his money trying to win a Pikachu, knowing it was her favorite.
She, in the meantime, had hooked up with a football player, who neither knew nor cared who her favorite Pokemon was; nor, indeed, exactly what her name was.
I actually got a kick out of Pokemon when my son was like, seven, possibly because I’m basically, like, seven