Corrin giggled as she nodded, watching Chase and Terriermon compete over who could finish their work faster. It was adorable to be honest.
Neil smiled at Corrin and placed his rag against the floor, saying, "Race you to the end of the hallway."
Pixiemon looked around and said, "Very good. And you all worked together to get it done. Well, you deserve a nice meal for your troubles. Follow me."
Chase fairly bounded after Pixiemon, his stomach growling. Giggling in amusement, Corrin followed her partner down the hall.
However, when they all arrived in a huge dining hall, their meal was made up of only two bento boxes, Pixiemon saying, "Oh, did I only make two? Oh no, whatever will you do?"
Sighing, Corrin made to give it to Chase, but the Impmon refused, handing the box back to his partner with a frown on his face. They eventually reached a compromise and the lunch was split in half.
Neil and Terriermon did the same as Terriermon said, "I'd rather have the whole thing, but I can't have you starving on me," Neil sighing, "Thanks."
As corrin ate her lunch, she could have sworn that Pixiemon looked oddly pleased with the choice they had decided to make.
Once that was over, Pixiemon said, "Now that you're well fed and rested, it's time for one last test. Both Digimon must spar with one-another," Terriermon staring at Chase.
Pixiemon shrugged and replied, "That's all up to your human companions. Do they have what it takes to allow that?" Neil saying, "I think so," focusing hard only for it to fail, Pixiemon saying, "Maybe you should start the fight first. We'll take it outside. Wouldn't want to ruin your cleaning job."
The two kept this up for a while, but still no Digivolution. But both Digimon certainly seemed to be into it. With that, Pixiemon smirked and conjured up a metal ball and hurled it toward them, Neil's eyes widening when both Digimon were sending flying by the resulting explosion.
Chase landed on his hands and feet like a cat, eyes narrowed at Pixiemon. "Hey, what gives?" He demanded angrily.
Pixiemon said nothing as she smirked and sent another bomb toward them, Neil shouting, "What's going on!?" This time, Terriermon was ready as he dashed in front of Chase and took the blow for him, Pixiemon preparing another only for Neil to get in the way and spread his arms out, shouting, "DON'T HURT THEM!" his Digivice staring to glow.
