But in the end, nothing came to mind. Just as Garchomp had said, Kaim had no idea.
"Hehe, yes. I only found out because I saw it on TV."
"Then there's no way I would know."
"Perhaps not. So, what day is it today?"
Cynthia placed a hand against Kaim's cheek and kissed him gently.
"Today is Kissing Day."
"There's no way I could have known that."
Kaim looked away with a pained expression. His ears had turned red, making his embarrassment obvious.
"So that's why the Pokémon kept pressing their faces against me."
"Hehe, the Pokémon ought to kiss me instead. Their kisses aren't welcome with you."
"Ah, now I'm in trouble."
"Stop it."
Despite those words, his voice was weak, as though he really was at a loss. It was easy to see. Finding it curious, Cynthia continued.
"They call it Kissing Day, but apparently it's ultimately a day for saying thank you. A kiss can do all sorts of things."
Its meaning changed depending on where it landed, such as the back of a hand or the forehead. Kisses therefore held many meanings beyond those shared by lovers, which seemed to be how the day was broadly understood.
"You don't really understand it either, do you, Cynthia?"
"Honestly, I don't. But I'm glad I learned there was such a thing."
"Is that all right?"
Unsure what to do, Kaim tilted his head.
Cynthia drew Kaim's face closer and kissed him again.
"Because it lets me connect with you like this."
Normally, Kaim might have said, "You always do this anyway, don't you?" But perhaps her preemptive strike still had him reeling, because his usual retort never came. Delighted by that, Cynthia smiled and rested her head against his shoulder.
"The Pokémon and I all love you. You're