"That's what the letter said. I dunno, I think it could be worse," Jack answers.

Hawkmon couldn't be sure, but he thinks he can read the gentle fall of Jack's shoulders, and the slight play at the corners of his mouth. It could be a lot worse, couldn't it, Jack? I hope someday you'll tell me why...

"At least it's not raining," Jack adds a moment later.

"Or hailing," Hawkmon adds with a giggle. That earns him a quirk of Jack's eyebrow, which gets Hawkmon to grin kind of guiltily.