"Yes, he tried." Which he did, though she still obviously disagreed with it."In digimon society, so many of us are hatched looking alike anyway that it's good to make yourself different! And besides, you two are pretty stand-out now the way you are, only Wizardmon and the like roam around in spooky robes all the time."

He isn't giving up the outfit of decades that easily; it might make him stand out here but it's also comforting and familiar. "Call it habit then. But we don't really expect anyone not our kind to do as we do either. So even if we were back home, it would be fine to imbellish all you want."

This at least seems to mollify Guilmon a little.

The matter of currencies draws a slow frown that doesn't quite go away. It still sounded inefficient, and not very concerned about what's best for others to him. "I'm willing to bet somewhere in this system, there's one or two digimon benefitting way more from this currency thing than the rest are." It sounded like what someone might come up with if they simply wanted advantages over everyone else!

Erichthonios and Guilmon turn in the same motion when Elecmon reappears, with a bag of ... things he can't quite discern easily. "Going on an excursion. Seeing what's out there, and who's out there."

"And taking it ov--" "Not yet."