"I...I guess I did." he replied in the world's most bewildered tone, looking at the object in his hand. "How'd I manage that?"

Wizardmon degenerated back into Palmon, jumping up to latch onto Waver's back and look over his shoulder, remarking: "You're probably just tougher than you look, y'know?"

"I-I'm not-I mean, I'm...are we sure this is mine?"