The Guilmon turned around, putting his hands on his hips as he stared at Zanye. "Who are you calling kid?!" This was one of Turi's pet peeves, even if he was one. Fortunately he was distracted as his pale white belly gave a loud rumble. "Oh man, I need something to eat." Quickly producing a bit of money, he bought the nearest two micros, and right before Zanye's eyes crammed them in his mouth. He swallowed both down, giving his stomach a rub with one claw as he burped loudly. "Much better, so what were we talking about again?"