Kit looked up as Wargrowlmon stretched his neck forward to look more closely at the snacks she was hauling. She wondered if Emerick would be that big when she digivolved to Ultimate; she'd asked Emerick, but apparently she didn't know, and wouldn't, until it actually happened. Which Kit guessed made sense; it wasn't like people knew for sure what they'd be like when they grew up, after all. Why should Digimon be any different?

Kit nodded to both Takato and his partner, though. "Everyone's been working hard," she said. "That's why we're here! We might not be good at fixing things, but we're good at giving out snacks. Right, Emmy?"

Emerick nodded, smiling, then turned to Takato. "Take your pick," she said, propping herself up on her hind legs, with her forepaws resting on the edge of the nearest box of granola bars. "We've got Chocolate Chip, Apple Cinnamon, Trail Mix, and Oats and Honey ones. You can take more than one, but don't be greedy; we have to make sure there's enough for everyone."

"And to drink we've got water, grape juice, fruit punch, and lemonade," Kit said, pointing out each of the drinks as she named it. "But you can only have one of those; they're heavier, so we couldn't bring as much of them as we could the granola bars."