Though Nes was still having a troublesome time trying to talk, he attempted to communicate anyway. Giving Bartholomew the brightest look he could, he gestured at the different platters around him, pointing out his favorites and occasionally giving one a nudge toward the other Digimon.

As for Chris, Perry's hope he might talk would seem to be in vain, at least at first. The youngest Kratt continued to sit there, staring ahead- until he finally sighed and pushed himself up some, folding his arms atop the table.

"You ever have someone tell you they liked you, Perry?" Not that he entirely expected an answer to the question, but hey it was an icebreaker.