He gave the digimon a grin, although his attention was instantly diverted as his brother produced his own D-Terminal, and Martin eagerly snatched it up to look at.
"Hah'don't mind if I do."
There was a warm, grateful smile all the same though, before he started fussing with the Terminal. Let's see here: That announcement from that girl with the battle armor; he'd seen that. Assorted text messages from Fluttershy; tempting, but not what he was looking for, saving those for later. Some other recent network posts-...Oooh! BINGO. Creature foootage.
While her Chosen messed with the D-Terminal, Adele reached across for two of the sandwiches, one that seemed to be little more than a large fish placed between two slices of bread...with an olive and toothpick for class. The other appeared to be some horrific mix of egg salad, sliced bananas, peanut butter, and melted cheese.
"H'that one's mine, Adele. Cody's got the peanut butter, jelly, and marmalade."
The Penguinmon cast a quizzical look at Martin, who hadn't looked up from the D-Terminal, before shrugging and taking the decidedly less odd sandwich, hopping down off her chair to deliver it to the Bearmon still coloring avidly under the table.
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"Hah'don't mind if I do."
There was a warm, grateful smile all the same though, before he started fussing with the Terminal. Let's see here: That announcement from that girl with the battle armor; he'd seen that. Assorted text messages from Fluttershy; tempting, but not what he was looking for, saving those for later. Some other recent network posts-...Oooh! BINGO. Creature foootage.
While her Chosen messed with the D-Terminal, Adele reached across for two of the sandwiches, one that seemed to be little more than a large fish placed between two slices of bread...with an olive and toothpick for class. The other appeared to be some horrific mix of egg salad, sliced bananas, peanut butter, and melted cheese.
"H'that one's mine, Adele. Cody's got the peanut butter, jelly, and marmalade."
The Penguinmon cast a quizzical look at Martin, who hadn't looked up from the D-Terminal, before shrugging and taking the decidedly less odd sandwich, hopping down off her chair to deliver it to the Bearmon still coloring avidly under the table.