He stands for a moment, frozen in indecision—

—then bounds off to catch the friend.

Hotshot and Mochimon trace Nyaromon's path across the sky, racing to catch up. Will Hotshot's long legs get him there in time? Maybe with a dive?

Elecmon makes the catch.

"You all stop now! What happened here?"

Hotshot makes one attempt to talk, and fails, and then shakes his head and scoops up Nyaromon for CONCERNED NUZZLES.

Supposing his moves are not so sudden as to startle Elecmon, he can snuzzle Nyaromon. ("So high," it says, shakily.)

"Veemon got BIG and he GRABBED NYAROMON and threw it SO HIGH," says Mochimon. "He is BAD. Bite him."

(This is more words in one speech than Mochimon had said before in total.)

"We don't resolve our disagreements by throwing or biting each other, Mochimon. What happened before that?"

"Before that they were eating seeds and I was eating leaves," Mochimon explains with a nod.

"Uh-huh. Anything to add, Hotshot, Nyaromon? Or shall I move on to asking Veemon what happened?"

Nyaromon remains quiet in Hotshot's care.

Hotshot takes a deep breath and attempts to organize his thoughts. It seems impossible to articulate the complex web of actions and motivations which he himself only barely understands, but maybe if he tries really hard, he can manage something?

"...I bit the big fruit," he starts. "He was in the big fruit. Then he wasn't in it because I bit it. Then he was on top of the seeds. Then I grabbed the seeds but I was bad at grabbing them so I didn't get any. Then Nyaromon got some. Then I grabbed them badly again, and Nyaromon got some more. Then he got big and threw Nyaromon."

He's not sure that's quite right, but it's the best he can do on short notice.

"So you and Veemon were trying to eat the same pumpkin. I see, I see. Thank you, you did very well explaining. I'm going to go have a talk with him now, why don't you guys take a break and rest here?"

He begins to walk calmly and confidently towards the fruit of contention.

Hotshot flops onto the ground and snuggles his friends.

His friends snuggle up with him, little fuzzy Nyaromon and smooth squishy Mochimon. "Nyaaaro," it meows in contentment.

"What a day, what a life," remarks Mochimon, its two arms wrapped around one of Hotshot's.

"Things keep happening," he says, gently bumping his nose against Mochimon's face. "So many things. I like things! But so many."

"Me too. Me too," Mochimon says. "I wanna not hafta deal with things when I'm not ready."

As it relaxes, its body goes more slack and gelatinous, draping around Hotshot's arm.

"I wanna be ready for EVERYTHING," says  Nyaromon. "Even many things."

It snuggles into a crook of Hotshot's other arm.

Hotshot nuzzles both of his friends and sighs again.

"Yeah. Me too both." He gazes thoughtfully up at the sky. "Next time, little up high fruits. No one hiding in those."