A/N: Casual dinner. Takes place towards the beginning of the stay in the Digiworld.
"Pirates or Ninjas?"
Those eating at the table all paused to glance up at Davis, who seeming genuinely interested in what everyone's comments would be. "Why the sudden question?" Joe asked, tilting his head as he held his chopsticks over his bowl of rice.
The boy in question shrugged. "No reason. Just wanted to know."
"Technically, that's a reason," Cody pointed out with a smile. "That's a tricky question, I'm not sure."
Mimi huffed slightly, stabbing a piece of lettuce with her fork. "The funny thing is, asking a ninja whether they like pirates or ninjas better is just going to end badly."
"So you're a ninja now?" Tai grinned. "And pass the dumplings down."
"Give me your plate. And considering my training, I have to say yes."
Tai picked up his plate and handed it to her, where she began ladling dumplings onto it from her much better position. "So you'll pick ninjas then, that's what you're saying."
"Yes. This enough?"
"Yeah, that's good. Actually, I'm going for ninjas too since... well, they're from Japan, and I'm Japanese, and they're cool anyway, so I figure why not be patriotic and choose them. Thanks Mimi," he added as she returned him his plate.
"No problem."
Cody poked one of the baby tomatoes in his salad. "I'm not sure what I would choose. I guess I'll lean towards ninjas, but that's only because I'm more familiar with them."
"There's nothing wrong with that," Yolei replied, a half eaten dumpling perched in her chopsticks as she paused from eating. "I totally go for ninjas, they're cool."
Quickly, others began voicing their opinions, both humans and 'mons.
"Ninjas."
"Definitely ninjas."
"I'm not sure... but I'm thinking ninjas."
"Ninjas."
"...pirates?"
Everyone turned to look at Joe, who was quickly trying to blend in with the table.
Tai stood up dramatically. "Non-believer! Blasphemer!" he pointed at Joe and shouted in a loud booming voice.
Joe crossed his arms stubbornly. "I refuse to give into this peer-pressure."
"Oh really?" Tai held up a hand, a small ball of flame flickering into existence as he grinned maniacally.
The fire was immediately extinguished by a short burst of water, leaving Tai's hand wet. "Fire types are weak against water," Joe chided, turning back to his dinner.
"Boys, no using crest powers at the dinner table," Sora called from her seat, "Especially when I'm the one who made dinner tonight."
"Yes ma'am."
Tai sat back down.
The rest of the table burst out laughing.