You don't have a lot of credits, since you've never worked. However, each person gets a weekly allowance, and yours is untouched. You top it off with a handful thrown in by Doc and Squid for previous tasks in the past. Your very first stop is an ice cream stand by the entrance. Phascomon's face presses up against the screen as your goggles reveal rows and rows of flavors. Your expression sours when you see that it's a bot managing it.

"I want that green one! I bet it's eucalyptus!" He calls.

"It's not-"

"Just get it!"

You pay for two cones. The ice cream servitor extracts two perfectly spherical orbs of color and slaps them onto two perfect wafer cones. You stare at the geometric perfection and roll your eyes. The taste, at least, won't be something to complain about. You've gone for mint.

"Please enjoy, you two!" Calls the servitor.

You nearly drop the cone in shock. You stare at its black screen, waiting for red dots to appear and indicate hostility. It takes you a moment to realize that it's not addressing Phascomon, and it's just making the assumption that your second cone is for somebody else. You grab both and scurry out to feed its data into your Digivice.

"Bleh! It's sour! What is this?!"

"Lime Sherbert."

"I guess it's not that bad... I've never had food this cold before. Makes my mouth shrink up."

You slowly enjoy your dessert, as you begin wandering the mall in search of clothing shops.