"Don't worry, I'll tell him," Lopmon answers with a nod and a genuine smile. This is probably the most pleasant anyone's ever seen him. "I hope you like what he got for you. He had a lot of trouble picking stuff, since he's never given anyone presents before."

Strabimon furrows his brow. "Since when were you so nice?" He doesn't turn his head to look down at Lopmon, creating an air of disdain. There isn't anything that could make him want to be here, when he should be at home with Kovu.