That... sound an awful lot like someone she knows. And though she'd normally be inclined to ask if it's the same person, something about Amelia's tone makes her think better of it. It's not relevant, anyway. "I used to love dreaming," she admits instead. "I'd try hard to remember them... I even had a journal for them. Not so much anymore."

She doesn't know why Amelia is blushing. It can't be from something so simple as a compliment, can it? But at least she's talking again... talking without crying. That's good. "Not as well as I'd like. We talked a few times and he had me over for coffee once. I'm taking care of his pokémon..." She reaches for the book with the embossed pokéball on the cover and shows it to her. "How did you two meet? Was he answering one of your questions, or was it the other way around?"