In Heath's food truck, another tiny little one had joined the line to wash up: Ralts. She held a toothbrush and brushed her teeth beside Heath, looking every bit the part. But because she was so short, Heath had to bring her a little rinsing cup, or she would never have been able to reach the sink.
Watching Ralts try her hardest to stand on tiptoe beside him, only to remain utterly unable to reach, Heath almost burst out laughing.
Heath had originally thought Ralts probably did not need to brush her teeth. After all, she was a Ghost Pokémon, with no smell to her whatsoever, and Heath had not even been sure whether she had teeth. Now, though, he knew that she did.
But perhaps because Ralts was still young, her teeth looked like tiny baby teeth, which left Heath terribly troubled.
If he told Ralts not to brush her teeth, she looked very unhappy. But if he let her brush them, her teeth were too small, barely poking out like the first tips of lotus buds, so an adult toothbrush would inevitably make her gums bleed. Although Heath thought ghosts might not even have such a thing as bleeding gums, for various reasons, he still had Mew help buy Ralts a children's toothbrush. Only then was the problem of her brushing her teeth finally resolved.
Later, Heath felt a little foolish. There had clearly been no need to do that. After all, Ralts was a Ghost Pokémon, and even an adult toothbrush would not have done her any harm. But Heath had done it anyway. After all, Ralts now looked no different from a living Pokémon.
"Brush, brush teeth!" Ralts imitated Heath's words in her childish voice. Heath felt a little helpless. The little one had become much