[Ash]:" What do you mean I can't take a camera there?
Upon reading this message, Misty rolled her eyes, but as the thought continued in her mind, she had to look away as she became rather flustered; her face turning into a deep red.
How do I answer something like that?
she thought as her fingers twitched over the keyboard. Her forefinger hit the "Y" key, before she panicked, thinking perhaps that wasn't the right thing to say, so she quickly deleted it. However, she decided to continue her sentence.
"You just can't."
Ash was sat at his computer looking at the current conversation. He noticed Misty was taking a rather long time replying, and when the short message was submitted, it was fairly obvious that she didn't take all her time typing it out. A rather mischievous grin emerged on his face as he quickly typed:
Brock, sat at his desk, was busy comparing Ash's video camera to his in his internet browser. He smirked triumphantly as he concluded that his was the greater model.
[Brock]: "What about mine?"
Misty, not understanding Brock's intention, slammed her hand against her desk in anger. She wanted to slap him in person, but had to opt for the next best thing:
she furiously typed.