"No, it sucks! They're not real Pokeballs!" Nika's voice suddenly cuts through the crowd and the girls can see that she's standing just beside the storefront airbrushing Pokeballs.

"What are you talking about?" The woman behind the counter has her hands on her hips and her voice is a little more level, but just as loud. "They're standard Pokeballs, rigth out of the factory. They work as well as any other."

"There's no art to them!" Nika says. "It's just pictures painted by a machine. I can make better Pokeballs than this with my feet!"

"Wh... Young lady, you're making a scene!"

"You're making bad Pokeballs! Shame on you!" Nika points an accusing finger at the woman, her volume not at all reduced, which has drawn quite a few eyes from the other customers. "Shame!"