"She's a beautiful Flareon, Sammy." Spectra looked to the pokemon sleeping at the man's feet with adoration.  "I think I know what you mean about fire types." She mentioned after a long pause.  "I've noticed with thomas and this charmander a schoolmate of mine recieved as a starter that they seem to have a boundless expense of spirit and energy.  Like stars trying to illuminate the darkest shadows of the sky."<br/><br/>The mocha mixture on the fire was nearly finished. Spectra took the tea towel and removed the pot from the flames, set it aside, and then removed the tripod.  She put both of them off to the side so no one would bump them.  The metal would be burning hot for a while.  "Just give that a minute to cool."<br/><br/>She pulled a few cups from her bag and set them out in front of her.  "If I had to choose a favorite type, it would certainly be ghost, but there is a special place in my heart for grass types.  You see, I adore plants, particularly the poisonous and carnivorous sorts.  Not only that, but most grass types have a sense of asthetasism that''s not typical of most pokemon.  They, in general, can recognize beauty within themselves and other things... except my Oddish... he's just dense.  I mean it in the nicest possible way when I say that he's a real space cadet."