"Putti," Puttimon says in greeting.

"Oh hey there, pop-fly! How's it going? We were just having a little chat here about personal space."

The goopy one of the two blobs burble-pouts.

Well, you see, "Putti."

He waves his wings in frustration. "Putti... putti. Putti."

"So something not too urgent, but very important. Not somewhere you can show me. You need help... finding something?"

...hmm. 

He turns to an imaginary friend. “Putti,” he says. Then he hops to face his previous position. “Putti?” he responds. He hops back. “Putti!”

"You talked to someone," he guesses, "or you want help talking to someone, or - you want to talk, with words?"

He hops, three times.

("Communication! Just like we were saying.")

(The lop-eared 'mon whines.)

Turning back to Puttimon, he replies, "Speech is a pretty big technique to fit into a little body. If it's not working for you, you could try eating and training and growing into a bigger form? Talking should be a lot easier once you have more data to use."

So it is part of being big. "Putti," he swears.

Well, nothing for it but to eat more fruits. He hops against Elecmon and nuzzles him, partly in thanks and partly because he looks big and soft.

Elecmon is very soft, apart from his tail!

"Hmmm. How are you with those wings of yours, so far?"

In answer, he flutters up to sit on Elecmon's head.

"Impressive! Then you can probably land yourself, so...

"Would you like a launch to anywhere?"

Hmmmmmm.

He hops off Elecmon's head and nods his appendage up and down.

Then he'll have to figure out where to go!

If he's looking for new fruits, some of these might catch his eye:

These ones look clustery like the ones on the trellis, but they're pink and up in a very leafy tree.

These ones are closer to the ground, and seem to come in several different colors all mixed up together.

These ones are a whole new shape he hasn't tried. A reptilian 'mon is chomping away at one.

Ooh. Many colors might be even better than one color. He gestures in that direction.

Then up, up and away!

Up here there's a pretty good view of the whole garden!

There's the singing circle, there's the tree where he left Tsubumon (now with a few other 'mon gathering), there's the pond, and the trauma plant (inexplicably mobbed).

Little 'mon are clumping up at all different places of interest, food and games and what look like a couple little fights. A few even seem to have grown into bigger forms, though none as big as Elecmon.

Ahead, the fruit patch approaches.

Puttimon looks at the fights with a combination of fascination and dismay. On the one hand: oh no, potential friends are being unfriendly to one another! On the other hand: that looks fun.

But fruit is fun too. He starts flapping his wings to brake as he approaches, observing the plant to be somewhat pointy.

Then he can come to a deft landing just before the thicket.

The plant does look pointy. The leaves have little bristles underneath, and past the leaves and berries he can see thorny stalks crossing this way and that.

What he's really here for, though, is the berries. Each berry is a little cluster, maybe like a tiny friend fruit would look if you peeled the shell off. They hang in groupings like a spread-out version of the vine fruit.

Lots are a bright pink-red; others are smaller and pink-white. Some are a dusty dull black, and some a deep lustrous black. A few are red-purple or green-white.

A few berry groups are close to the ground, but most of them are higher, following the leaves in their arc up and then back over the top of the thicket.