Emmy paused after Kimblee said that, blinking, before giggling.

"This is why I like you, Mr Kimblee; you say you've got no idea about the shoes but then you offer to help with make-up; you're certainly not a stereotypical man! I'd adore your help, by the way, as you're very talented with a make-up brush. It's thanks to you that I looked half-decent at the Masquerade, I swear."

Before she even had to ask, her make-up bag came floating out of the bathroom, trailed by her Kirlia. Emmy couldn't help but laugh and give Ralto a fond pat on the head as she sat down on the couch.

"Honestly, it's like having my own personal butler sometimes; are your Pokemon this helpful?"