[Fuko watched very intently.] Nothing happened. Of course, that's assuming you haven't built up an immunity to the poison.

[Where the hell is she getting this idea? And why isn't she already convinced that she's wrong?]

No one's trying to poison you Fuko!

Very well, I'll try some. If I die, this one will remember the face of my killer. [Fuko points at Penguinmon, but before the Digimon could chastise Fuko about how rude it is to point at people, Fuko takes a bite of the treat.] It's good. And I don't taste even a little poison.

How would you know what poison tastes like?