"On the other hand, it's gotten me asked a few times what sort of digimon I am." Which Guilmon has every time immediately set straight, but he almost couldn't blame them, having heard rumors and caught glimpses of more powerful digimon.

The crimson would-be-evil-tyrant watches the bag of items exchange hands with narrowed crimson eyes. What's in that? Quite without really thinking about it, Erichthonios takes the offered bag and all but tucks it under one arm for safekeeping. "Taking over comes later," she confides. "We have to win first."It's a slow progression of priorities, and one Erichthonios has only bothered to slightly correct to stall anything like rebellion against his directions. "But you can keep your food, I already ate and I don't think my Tamer even eats at all."

He doesn't dignify this with a protest, he certainly does eat when he feels the need to, that's just not very often! "Though if we're going to go scouting it's probably best we not take a bag of ... ah, shopping with us. And full stomachs for the hungry. I'd also like to see if we can locate a nice open area that can be used for a bit of practice, doing so in the city feels.. a little dangerous."