[There's only so long you can sit behind a booth before you just need to get up and stretch your legs a bit. So John's wandering the con for a little while, accompanied by his Lampent and Froslass, and just looking at everything there is to see. There's a rustling of papers behind him and a moment later, Yayoi's Smeargle goes running by.]

Woah, hey little guy wait! You dropped...something. Damn he's gone.

[He sighs, bending down to pick up the piece of paper and examining the sketches on it. Should he chase after the Smeargle he wonders? Probably. And surely this realization will hit him in a minute but for now he's just going to appreciate the drawings.]