After Kari left T.K. took a quick shower and had just poured himself a bowl of cereal when the phone rang. Immediately worrying something might have happened to Kari, he practically sprinted into his room to answer it. Relief flooded through him when he heard Ken's voice on the other line.

"Hey T.K., it's Ken," he said.

"Hey Ken, what's up?"

"Oh I just talked to Yolei and she said that you're taking Kari to the dance tonight."

"Yeah that's right," T.K. answered, not at all surprised with how fast the news had traveled.

"Well," Ken continued, "it was Yolei's idea that you two come with us in the limousine I rented for the night."

"Okay, that sounds cool," T.K. responded.

"Okay, great! I'll come by and pick up you and Yolei around a quarter to six and then we can swing back and get Kari," Ken explained.

"Alright, I'll see you later then."

"Yep. Bye T.K."

T.K. had barely pressed the OFF button before it started ringing again. Hungry and irritated he turned the phone back on and growled a "Hello?"

"Good morning T.K.!" his mother's cheery voice cried out. "I'm sorry if I woke you up. I just wondered what your plans were for today. Did you decide to go to the dance?"

"Yeah, I'm going to go," T.K. responded.

"That's wonderful! Are you taking Kari?" she asked next.

T.K. wondered how everyone seemed to know that he liked Kari but answered, "Yeah. Ken's picking Yolei and me up here at a quarter to six in the limousine he rented and then we're swinging back to get Kari," T.K. quoted.

"Oh, okay. I should be home around four or so, so I'll be there when you leave."

"Okay."

"Did you sleep okay last night? You sound really tired," she noted with her super-keen Mom senses.

"Actually I slept great last night," T.K. said, remembering how amazing it had been to wake up with Kari.

"Oh, well that's good. Maybe you should try and get some more rest before you start getting ready today."

"I'll be okay mom," T.K. grumbled.

"Okay then, I'll talk to you later."

"Bye mom."

"Bye!"

As soon as she hung up T.K. turned back to his cereal, but unfortunately was interrupted once again by a knock on the door. Patamon stretched out on the couch, watching amusedly as T.K. made his way towards the door reluctantly. He opened it wide to see a very solemn looking Matt in the doorway.

"Matt? What are you doing here?" T.K. inquired, surprised to see his brother in his apartment.

"Oh, didn't Kari tell you? I stopped by last night to talk to you and she said that you were asleep, so I told her to tell you that I'd come back in the morning." He stepped into the apartment and eyes kept darting around like he was looking for something. "Kari's not still here is she?" he asked cautiously.

"No," T.K. stated, uncomfortable with the idea of trying to explain everything that had happened between Kari and him last night and this morning.

"Oh, good. Because she kinda has to do with what I wanted to talk to you about." T.K. didn't interrupt so he went on. "Well I just came by last night because Izzy wanted me to check on you two." Matt moved over to sit down on the couch next to Patamon, but T.K. remained standing. "He told me what you told him and, well…I see that you're alright…and Kari seemed fine to me when I talked to her…what I guess I'm trying to say is that I don't want you to rush into anything with Kari."

T.K.'s face turned a bright shade of crimson. "What do you mean? I'm just taking her to a dance…"

Matt interrupted, "T.K. you don't have to hide anything from me. I know what you two were doing last night."

"Matt if you're talking about what I think you're talking about then boy do you have it all wrong. I kissed her and asked her to the dance, but I swear that's all that happened!"

Patamon smiled to himself, remembering Kari answering the door in a towel. He considered setting Matt straight on what had happened but decided that this was more entertaining.

"Okay, but just listen to me," Matt said calmly, "I've had plenty of bad relationships that started too fast. I don't want your relationship with Kari to turn out like most, actually all, of mine do."

Now hungry, and even more annoyed T.K. turned and walked towards the door. He opened it and gestured that he wanted Matt to leave. The older brother held up his hands in submission and exited the apartment.

T.K.'s words to him were, "I love her, Matt. I love her more than I can even begin to explain to you. Thanks for the advice, but the things we do together are really none of your business."

"Okay well, I'll see you at the dance tonight. I don't know if you heard, but your school hired my band to play for you guys tonight."

"That's cool," T.K. commented, leaning against the open door, his bowl of cereal tucked in his free arm. "I'll see you later."

"Bye," Matt said as he left.

"Bye," T.K. returned the call before shutting the door and returning his focus to his bowl of cereal.