"Drew, where do you get your roses?"

The green-haired Coordinator blinked. "What do you mean, 'where'?"

"Actually, let me reword that," said May quickly. "But first: do you see me carrying a backpack?"

"Well, you have a fannypack. Does that count?"

"Is Ash carrying a backpack?"

"He used to during the Kanto and Johto arcs, I think."

"But not anymore. And do you have a backpack?"

"I have... pockets?"

"So let me ask you again. Where do we keep all of our travel gear? Where do you get your roses?"

Drew opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and then said, "Good question."

"What do you do, pull them out of your ass or something?"

"Well, I wouldn't say tha-"

"I've worn swimsuits before, right? And I assume I must have toiletries because otherwise it would be very unhygienic and out of character, right?"

"They might fit in your pack-"

"What about a change of underwear? Money? A brush and comb? Socks? You need those things too!"

"May, you're choking m-"

"How do you get perfect green hair without conditioner?"

At this point May realized that her rival had fainted dead away in her viselike grip, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. She dropped him.

"Oops."