Jyou gave the plastic container an uneasy glance. It was labelled "chocolate", but he could not remember when he might have put any in there. He could barely remember when he'd last seen chocolate around the apartment at all, though Gomamon was mostly to blame for that one.
He opened the plastic box and dropped it in surprise. The chocolate was invisible, entirely covered by thick green fuzz. Gomamon had been peering in the fridge too. He looked at the content, then flipped in into his mouth, munched and swallowed.
"Gomamon! What are you thinking?" Jyou panicked.
"I'm thinking that I'm hungry," the digimon retorted matter-of-factly.
Jyou began to flail his arms around.
"But it's not... healthy! I don't even know if I sould call a doctor or a veterinarian!"
Digimon healthcare was still a subject of hot debates. However, Jyou's medico-political considerations were interrupted by a call from his mother.
"Jyou! Could you get me the alfalfa sprouts? They're in that old box with the 'chocolate' sticker on it."