"Be glad it's wrapped at all," Strabimon answers, twitching a bit. "Kovu...hasn't been doing so good." It takes a few more moments before he realizes that Mikey was just teasing, and then he frowns, and shakes his head, then laughs softly. "None of us have."

"I think that's the first time I heard you laugh all week," Lopmon chimes in. Strabimon rolls his eyes as Mikey unwraps his gift. It's an orange knit winter hat, unadorned, with flaps on the sides and small puffballs dangling from them.