Summary: On another fragment of File Island, Mimi and Palmon are trying to find any sign of the others. But while taking a little break, Palmon decides to learn a little more about her cool partner. It's time to start asking questions again.


Getting To Know You: Palmon and Mimi


Palmon leaned over by a tree while her partner, Mimi, sat over by another tree. She took off her hat and adjusted her hair as she rested under the shade of the tree. Palmon couldn't help but admire that hat. Nothing else in the Digital World had anything like that. This is why Palmon was eager to learn about Mimi. She looked so cool.

Palmon rushed over and grabbed the hat. She put it on her head. "How does this look on me, Mimi?"

Mimi shook her head. "Palmon, I think that hat clashes with your green…uh…everything."

Palmon took the hat off and smiled. "That's what I like about you, Mimi! You're always so sincere."

"You think so?"

"Yeah! But…that's about the ONLY thing I know about you. There's so much I want to know. Is it ok if I ask you some questions?"

"Uh…sure. As long as I don't have to think too much."

"Ok. Is everyone in your world as cool as you are?"

"Well, not to sound egotistical, but…no. I'm afraid not everybody is as cool as me. Hey, wait! You think I'm cool?"

"Of course!" Palmon squealed. "One thing I noticed about you humans is that you all wear clothes. But no one makes them look as good as you do. How do you pick out those clothes?"

Mimi blushed. "Oh, well…it takes hours and hours of looking at the right clothes. Shopping for clothes can be a very long task that sometimes takes days. Unless you shop the way Sora does."

"You think I can look as good as you do?" Palmon asked. "Can you give me a Mimi makeover?"

"I don't think I could give ANYBODY a Mimi makeover. I can't really work wonders for other people, much less…something like you."

Palmon frowned. "Oh…ok."

Mimi perked up. "But I can always try. I just wish I had all my supplies with me. They're all back at the camp."

"Oh…"

"But I do have THIS!"

Mimi reached over and pulled out a small black kit. She opened it up to reveal multi-colored surfaces. Palmon didn't know what it was. But before she could even ask, Mimi pulled her over to the side and started applying some of the stuff to her face. Once Mimi was finished, she pulled out a small mirror and showed Palmon the results.

Palmon saw that her face didn't have the same green it did before. For one thing, her lips were looking a little redder than before. And her whole face was a little brighter. And there was a nice blue shade above her eyes.

Palmon's eyes sparkled. "Ooh…I LOVE IT! What is this stuff, Mimi?"

"This is called makeup. It can make ANY girl look good…as long as you don't apply too much. And as you can see, it even makes some Digimon look absolutely fabulous!"

"What do you think the boys will think?" Palmon asked curiously. "You think they'll want some of this, too?"

"No, boys don't use makeup. Well…normal boys don't, anyway. Makeup is a girl thing and it's used for making girls look good…especially to boys. Palmon, give me the name of a boy Digimon."

"Uh…ok…Gomamon."

"Ok. If Gomamon saw you with this makeup on your face, what do you think he'd say?"

Palmon thought about it. "He'd probably laugh at me."

Mimi blinked. "Ok, sometimes that happens. Some boys don't know a good-looking lady when they see one. Trust me, I've seen plenty of them in my lifetime."

Palmon sighed. "I guess everyone sees me that way since, well…I'm a little…green."

"People should NOT be judged by the color of their skin!" Mimi shouted nobly. "Palmon, I'm going to make you beautiful. Come on over here."

Mimi dragged Palmon over. She started applying more makeup. Then she reached over and grabbed some leaves along with some sticks. She also tore off tiny pieces of her dress. She started using her creativity to construct an outfit. And before Palmon knew it, she was dressed up.

Mimi held up the mirror again. "Ok, NOW what do you think?"

Palmon didn't recognize who was staring back at her. She had a leaf skirt, along with a piece of Mimi's dress as a halter top and the sticks pieced together to make a nice hat.

"I LOVE IT!"

Mimi grinned. "I knew you'd like it. So what's the first thing you want to do, Lady Palmon?"

Palmon thought about that. "Recharge a bit."

Palmon walked over towards a huge patch of dirt. The dirt was a little wet, so it was kind of muddy. Hoping to feel as good as she looked, Palmon sunk her feet and hands into the mud.

"AAAAAAHHHH!! What are you doing?!"

Palmon blinked. "I'm getting into the dirt. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"But dirt is so…DIRTY!"

Palmon felt confused. "You mean I shouldn't do this?"

Mimi sighed as she walked over to Palmon. She knelt down and shook her head. "Palmon…how could you like this stuff?"

"It's easy, Mimi!" Palmon grinned. "I'm a plant Digimon and dirt does me good. It's really refreshing. TRY IT!"

Palmon pulled her hand out of the dirt…and dunked Mimi's head into the mud. Mimi quickly pulled her head back up and a vein nearly popped out of her forehead.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

Palmon sweatdropped. "I take it you don't like dirt?"

Mimi frantically looked around everywhere. "Water! WATER!"

Palmon pulled her hand out of the dirt again and pointed forward. "There's an oasis over there!"

Mimi didn't waste any time running over towards the oasis Palmon was referring to. She immediately jumped in. Palmon found this behavior a little odd. She pulled herself out of the dirt completely and walked over to the oasis.

"Mimi? Did you need to take a swim?"

Mimi crawled out of the oasis. "Oh no! My clothes are all wet! I hope they don't shrink!"

"Then why did you jump into that oasis?"

"Because you pulled me into that…MUD!"

"Humans don't like mud?" Palmon asked curiously.

"NO! Well…maybe some of them do. Dirt and mud are more of an acquired taste."

Now Palmon started to understand. "Oh, I get it now! I get that all the time! If I get dirt on Gomamon, he'll go take a swim too!"

"That's because Gomamon is a fish," Mimi pointed out dryly. "He likes to swim. Not all humans are like that."

"Don't you like swimming, Mimi?"

"Not in my clothes, I don't!"

"Then you swim without them?"

"Yes……I mean, NO!! That's NOT what I meant!!"

Palmon sweatdropped. "I'm confused."

Mimi sighed. "I won't even try. Palmon, will you look at yourself? You completely covered your new wardrobe in dirt."

Palmon looked at herself. "Isn't this a good look?"

"The clothes look nice," Mimi admitted. "But I can't picture any boy liking a girl with dirty clothes."

As if on cue, a disgusting-looking yellow Digimon with a big grin came out. Palmon recognized this loser.

"Hey! You look great! Be-yoo-tiful! Give me a kiss?"

The Digimon leaned over for a kiss. Palmon, suitably disgusted, grabbed a big stick and clocked him on the head.

"EWWW, SICK! Get away, Sukamon!"

Sukamon rubbed his head. "Aw…but you're pretty. I've never seen a Digimon who looked so cool."

Palmon shifted her gaze to Mimi. "Do your looks and your clothes ever attract guys like this?"

Mimi nodded. "All the time. You should see some of the losers I have to deal with back home."

Palmon took all this in. "So if I keep wearing clothes and looking cool…I'm going to attract guys like HIM?"

Palmon didn't need to think about it anymore. She ripped off her leaf skirt, hat, and halter top that Mimi made her and threw it in Sukamon's face.

Mimi gasped. "Palmon, what are you doing?"

"If looking cool means I'm going to have a bunch of guys like HIM drooling over me, then I'd rather just be the way I was!"

Mimi shook her head. "Palmon…I think you're a little confused. Not all the guys that get attracted to you are like…him."

Sukamon suddenly bounced over towards Mimi. "Hey, I've never seen anything like you before. You look pretty, too. Will YOU kiss me?"

Mimi almost retched. "NO! Ugh! Ok, Palmon, I'm starting to see what you mean. Maybe my cool clothes ARE attracting the wrong type of guys."

"Then why don't you do like me and take them off?" Palmon suggested.

Mimi shot her partner a glare. "Because that would only make things WORSE!"

"It would? I don't get it."

Mimi held her forehead. "Palmon…I don't even know HOW to begin explaining that to you. Let's just keep on walking."

Palmon headed to Mimi's side. "Ok!"

Sukamon headed to Palmon's side. "Ok! Where are we going?"

"WE'RE going this way!" Palmon growled. "YOU'RE going THAT way, in the OPPOSITE direction!"

Palmon turned Sukamon around and gave him a swift kick in the posterior, sending the mutated Digimon flying into one of the bushes.

"Does this mean you DON'T want to kiss me?" Sukamon asked absent-mindedly from the bushes.

Palmon just shrugged and grabbed Mimi's hand. "Come on. Maybe we can ditch him."

Now that she thought about it, this wasn't exactly the best learning experience for Palmon. She learned quite a bit about Mimi, but still felt…a little confused. She decided to end this conversation with one observation.

"Mimi…I hope you don't mind me saying, but…you humans are WEIRD!"


Next Time: We get a look at Gomamon and Joe, where we'll witness a discussion on phobias, seafood, and…swimming. Does Joe even KNOW how to swim? Will Gomamon try to teach him? @_@


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