"But it was fun!" Cutemon insists. "Like a race game!" He is now climbing up to try sitting on Hajime's shoulders. "And it smells yummy! We gotta get some bread! Or a pastry! With cream filling! Do bakeries have candy?!"

Hajime, who still has no idea why he ended up with a Digimon like this, seems resigned to his fate and just lets Cutemon do it. "Well, we're here either way now, running or not." He doesn't appear winded in the least. "So we might as well go inside."