Emerick rolled her eye slightly at the other digimon cheering Kit on while she ate. Really, they were far too easily impressed. But still, it was amusing to watch them while she ate her own meal, Kit having been kind enough to tear the ham up into bite-sized portions for her out of respect for her lack of hands.

Kit grinned at the older boy, accepting the jam with a nod of thanks and spreading some onto her bread. "So can you," she pointed out. "But yeah, there's no way I'm not taking advantage of a feast like this." If there was one thing she'd learned, it was to eat your fill when food was provided, because there was no guarantee that there would be more later. Besides, she was a growing kitten, and as her Papa had often said, farm life bread hearty appetites.

"I'm Wily-Kit, by the way," she said, "but everybody just calls me Kit. And this is Emmy." She indicated her Salamon partner, who looked up from her own meal to nod politely at the older boy when she was introduced.