[Jimmy hesitates, glad that his Quilava is still there so he can lift a hand to pet the side of his head to give himself something to do with it. It redirects any nervous energy so he can keep on smiling, knowing he can't really tell her that Miseryville is the way it is because the people there are supposed to be miserable for a reason.]

I know. It's not...really something that can be helped right now...but that's why I do everything I can to make people as happy as possible. And a lot of the time, I'm happy to say it isn't hard to do.