A/N: I expect every American reader to know where this is coming from. Regarding Survival... well, I'm aiming for end of the month, given the many things that must be done for it now.
Going out of the Digiworld to return home, even if only for a couple hours to eat dinner with family, still meant that it was a few days before anyone saw the person again. And for any of the humans, who were still required to take standardized tests despite not actively attending school, it meant they missed those days while they were off slaving over sheets of paper.
Mimi had returned quietly after taking one of these tests, such that the only thing that showed she was back was her digivice and Digigear signal. However, for those who were in the kitchen at the time, her entrance was a little bit more on the surreal side.
"Not good?" Izzy asked as she staggered in, with a mixture of irritation and relief across her face.
She looked at him in a defeated manner.
"Bubbles," she stated.
Izzy blinked. "What?"
"Bubbles."
With that, she promptly opened the fridge, grabbed a pint of ice cream and a spoon, and proceeded to her room, with everyone gazing after her in concern.