Cutting Onions [Completed]

"I've never been to any official cookouts or whatever, but I cook out in the open plenty, while I move from place to place." Polty responded to Wormmon's question, leaning back against the tree a bit as she continued to watch Ebi's work. "My cooking's nowhere near as good as how Ebi's cooking is smelling right now, though, if you ask me..." It was usually her just cooking whatever she could scrounge up over a cooking fire on a spit or something, so seeing Ebi having a whole set of cooking supplies was interesting.

At the questions of ways to pass the time, though... Polty tilted her head a little, thinking hard. "... Honestly, I dunno how I'd feel about either 'mon," She'd admit to Wormmon at the question of Angewomon or Rosemon, shrugging a bit. Things like attraction weren't really something she considered often, let alone experienced, but... "... I suppose that both Angewomon and Rosemon are pretty, in their own different ways?" Polty would shrug once more. It was hard to say, really!

Something she could give a more definite answer about, though, was her impmon arm. At being questioned about it by Scarab and Ebi, Polty would glance down to the arm, the inky smoke leaking from where the arm met her shoulder, and then the others; visibly thinking about where she'd start. "It's... A bit of a long story, honestly; but I'll keep it short. And to explain Ebi... This arm ain't the arm Meicoomons like me usually have. Usually, we have two kitty arms, not a kitty arm and an impy arm!" She'd wave her arms as she referred to them, to help convey the point.

"And as for how my right arm got replaced with an Impmon arm, well... I got into a fight with an Impmon. Nasty little bugger, honestly; he was how I lost my original right arm in the first place. Fell right off mid-fight, and it got set on fire and burnt right up!" She'd pop her Impmon arm with this, waving it around a second before putting it back on. "The fight got pretty nasty from there, though I'll keep the details on the downlow for the kiddo's sake. Basically, to summarize it, I ended up egging him; and I took his arm to replace mine. Fair's fair, right? My data's pretty compatible with a lot of things, so I took right to using this arm like it's my own."

"Yeah, 40 feet if I can put all of my focus into it."

Oh, yeah. Both of those were Digimon. Scarab opted to not answer that question, as he hadn't met either of those DIgimon yet. Nor did he...have any inclinations towards being able to discern their attractiveness. Seriously, he was a bug. While Ebi had been serving the burgers (and believe me, this bug could be patient), Scarab had listened to the tale that Polty had laid out.

...It was a pretty interesting story, and when you could very much pop your limbs off, the Impmon arm did make for a rather lurid sort of trophy. "Huh. Uhhh...Sorry for the loss of your arm, then. Still thought it was worth asking about, though." The blue Wormmon then looked at the Worm King burning himself, and sighed.

"I ain't got orange juice, but I think you'll survive. Unless the Worm King's gonna kowtow to a single piece of beef?"

Polty would hum briefly, at Wormy's questioning; glancing down at herself. "I mean, I think that my torso has to stay the same; that's where my Core is, after all." She'd muse; idly fluffing at the fur on her chest. "But if my Core stays the same even after replacing everything, then I'd still be me - despite it all - I'd say." The core was essentially the 'soul' or 'heart', after all - the same things that humans tended to regard as the source of their own identities. As long as it never changed, Polty was still Polty, then!

At Scarab's apology over the arm, though, Polty would wave her hand in a dismissive and casual fashion. "Ahhh, it's fine; I got over it a long time ago!" She'd laugh; perhaps a bit too casual, over limb loss - even if it was her own. "And hey, I got a replacement anyways, so it's not like I'm all that's left, ay?"

Being called 'pretty' by Ebi, though, would make Polty blink briefly; before smiling brightly, visibly endeared. "Awww, you're such a precious fella!" She'd coo; getting up and coming over to Ebi, to pat him on the head. "Such a sweet young man, and you're a good cook, to boot! The food all smells so good~!" Though she wouldn't mention it - given that it was likely to fly over Ebi's head, - she was confident that Ebi would be able to win someone's heart with his endearing personality, and home-skills like that!

Speaking of food... Wormy wasn't too cautious on waiting for everything to cool; and as a result, would proceed to burn his mouth! The only thing that kept Polty from having a snickerfest over it, would be Ebi's distress; prompting Polty to reach over and pat his head once more, in reassurance this time. "Don't worry too hard about it, Ebi; a little bit of worry for others is healthy, but sometimes there's only so much you can do to stop people from making dumb decisions." She'd state frankly; putting together her own burger as she did. However, unlike Wormy - who dug right in - Polty would simply sit back, and wait for her burger to cool.

In the meantime, she would glance up to Ebi; asking something that she had been wondering for awhile now. "Where'd you learn to cook, by the way? You seemed as though you know an awful lot about what you were doing, when we were watching you cook."

"But why does it have to be boobs...?" Scarab mused aloud. Why couldn't it be literally anything more practical, like thighs or something? Scarab did find himself taken aback at the notion of being...'pretty.' Was he truly pretty? He preferred being referred to as menacing, but that was in forms further up the evolutionary chain...

"...You're a good kid, Ebi." Somehow, there was a lot of sincerity in that, especially for Scarab. He turned his attention back to Wormmon. "If that's the case, then take that burning like a man." He nodded, quite simply, before he looked to Ebi. "Don't worry too hard, I think he'll learn from this somehow. Maybe?"

Perhaps he was wondering too much if Wormmon could even learn. "How long do they take to cool off?"

Polty wasn't sure what to make of Scarab's and Wormy's discussions of... Boobs... But she wasn't one to really pay it much mind, honestly. Instead, she'd simply make a pleased and endeared chuckle at Ebi's reaction to her head pats, as well as his attempts to be humble; smiling warmly to the younger Rookie. "Good food is good food, I'd say; and you certainly seemed to know what you were doing." She'd point out; though would otherwise not press the subject too hard - instead giving Ebi one last pat for the time being.

Instead, she'd simply chuckle to Ebi's and Scarab's responses to Wormy's little mishap with not waiting for the food to cool; smiling with a teasing hue in the aforementioned green Wormmon's direction, though otherwise not saying anything to it. Instead, she'd ask "What's with your obsession with digimons' chests, anyways?" She was starting to believe that she just didn't see attraction in the same way that Wormy did; cause she just... Didn't exactly see the appeal, in digimon like Rosemon or Angewomon beyond the potential of them being nicer sorts.

Listening to Ebi talk about his background, though, was nice; even if it seemed that Ebi was getting a bit emotional. She'd reach over to gently pat his shoulder in a soothing, comforting gesture; mentioning "It seems like you have a bit of a bond with him, don't you?" in a warm tone. Bonds such as family were a little bit unfamiliar to her; certainly, she had friends here and there - but she tended to travel on her own. Yet, in a way, could she consider friends family, as well..? Hm...

Meanwhile, she'd glance down to her burger - briefly carefully feeling it, to make sure that it had cooled down enough. Finding that it was safe to eat now, Polty would take her first bite out of it; her tailtip swishing contentedly as she tasted the burger. Delicious! "Eheheh; I can certainly see that he's done a wonderful job of teaching you, too; this is some good food!"

"Well. Even if you're not 'that good,' I still say the food's coming along great. So, if this is quality you can deliver right now, who knows how good your cooking's gonna get when you get better?" Scarab shrugged, seeming to have moved on from the boobs entirely.

...He didn't understand what the deal had been with those. "Uh-huh, okay, boomer." The azure Wormmon did not have much to add onto this. Ebi's teacher, though...It reminded him of someone. He crawled over to add onto the patfest. "I think I get it. Your teach taught you well." Scarab stated, with a nod, before he went to take his burger up and take a chomp out of it.

The worm had nothing to say, he just continued to eat quietly. It did seem like he was enjoying this borgar, at the very least!