>Spend time chatting with Phascomon. The last time you two had this sort of atmosphere, you were able to share quite a lot. Spend time going over your future goals and wishes. You're a bit closer to actually having them come true now.

You're back to square one in terms of firepower, with your partner so exhausted. You don't want to risk any sort of encounter with an enemy. Now that you think about it, trying to approach the barrier is sure to alert servitors, and you simply can't take the heat right now. Same goes for searching for Digimon. You take a look with your goggles anyway, so you can locate the traces.

Almost nothing. You see evidence of Plant-type data, but the trails are scattered and sparse. The few trails are moving in either clockwise or counterclockwise directions, with absolutely nothing going North. You think about the shape of the camping area, and develop a hunch regarding the wild areas of the city map.

"Huh. There aren't many Digimon tracks, just a few going towards the edges of the campground."

"If they come and go from nowhere, they probably popped right out of portals."

"And maybe starved to death. That sucks."

You don't go chasing them, however. You just take your goggles off and kick back, watching the sky with Phascomon. You sit in comfortable silence for several minutes, then reach into your inventory and pull out a pack of sausages and skewers.

"Meat or marshmallows first?"

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Even though the environment is dull and dreary, you make your own fun in the end. You suppose it's where the joy of camping comes from. Your little plot of land is decorated with shrubs, a roaring bonfire, and a few decorative stumps. Phascomon gets a little annoyed when you keep swapping the seats into different styles, and complains that it's disorienting. You finally settle on a reclining chair for yourself, and a hammock for him. Then you continue cooking your food.

"You'd think they'd add a timer on it." Phascomon says, as he shoves his entire arm into the roaring inferno.