He had wondered for a while if they might have to eat more now that they were on a different world but ... not so far! It's been a few days and mostly he's been comfortably getting by with a snack or two and the occasional drink. Guilmon glances at him for confirmation, and he just shrugs a little. It's how it worked! "More for you two, hm?"
She brightens up visibly at this, then reorients on Elecmon. "I saw him eat one pear once and then nothing else." She's going to take that juice box though, in not entirely dextrous long talons. There's a long moment of fiddling with it before it's offered mutely to Erichthonios, who has FAR more nimble hands.
But on the other hand it is a very tiny juicebox in HIS grip. Gingerly he takes it and begins trying to work it open with the delicacy of a master craftsman trying to not cause a chip. "A delay won't matter much. It's not like the island's going anywhere." OR IS IT.
"We have to lock up anyway," Guilmon adds helpfully, "He never does."
By the blank look she's given this isn't actually wrong. Why would he-- "Well, leaving soon. I'd like to at any rate. Did you have something else you needed to do first, Elecmon? More snacks, or .. I don't know, a carrying basket?"
Then there's a brief sideways glance at Themis. Locks, really? He wasn't in possession of anything so dangerous it had to be kept under key!
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Date: 2022-04-19 09:54 pm (UTC)She brightens up visibly at this, then reorients on Elecmon. "I saw him eat one pear once and then nothing else." She's going to take that juice box though, in not entirely dextrous long talons. There's a long moment of fiddling with it before it's offered mutely to Erichthonios, who has FAR more nimble hands.
But on the other hand it is a very tiny juicebox in HIS grip. Gingerly he takes it and begins trying to work it open with the delicacy of a master craftsman trying to not cause a chip. "A delay won't matter much. It's not like the island's going anywhere." OR IS IT.
"We have to lock up anyway," Guilmon adds helpfully, "He never does."
By the blank look she's given this isn't actually wrong. Why would he-- "Well, leaving soon. I'd like to at any rate. Did you have something else you needed to do first, Elecmon? More snacks, or .. I don't know, a carrying basket?"
Then there's a brief sideways glance at Themis. Locks, really? He wasn't in possession of anything so dangerous it had to be kept under key!