Cat Lady and Cat Lady [Rosina]

[Ophelia]

"Phew... That was a good spar!"

Being the rambunctious Spadamon that she was, it was safe to say that Ophelia was prone to picking fights with other digimon. There wasn't anything quite like a good fight to burn off excess energy, after all - and if one wanted to become strong, they had to get plenty of experience and exercise. Thus, when she wasn't helping Valt and Ryouta around the restaurant, she was often out and about in the city - looking for other digimon who were willing to throw down.

Today was no different - the little Spadamon having been prowling about near one of the many stores of Lumen City that made up Plaza 258. It surprisingly wasn't hard to find at least a few digimon around places like this - be it that they were brought here either by curiosity, or scavenging. All it had taken was for her to find one who was down to fight, and the rest was history.

And now - after having had a chance to catch her breath in a secluded alleyway - Ophelia was just about ready to head back home to get a quick bite to eat and take a catnap. Although as she moved to stand, a stinging pain in her side would cause her to stop and hiss. "Fuck-..."

Oh. Right. She was bleeding. Not badly - it was a friendly spar, and both her and the other digimon had been careful about it. But injuries were to be expected in these sorts of fights, especially given Ophelia's tendencies to charge in headfirst. Even if the scratches and bruises she had recieved still hurt like a bitch, without the adrenaline to dull it.

Thus, Ophelia would allow herself to sit back down with a heavy sigh - pulling a roll of bandages out of her bag. "V's gonna probably give me shit if I don't patch myself up..." She'd mutter to herself with a half-chuckle - she'd be content to just leave the scratches as-is, but the last thing she wanted was to get her ear talked off by the 'old' man...

[Stella Morozova]

Despite everything that was happening around them, life was still busy... Because the unknown number of digital creatures couldn't wreck up the unshakeable routine and they all carried on with their daily chores. Work, school, home. When Stella was at the academy Pafumon was obligated to stay at home with Rosina for obvious reasons. The tiny and soft puffball wouldn't be able to withstand the chaos of a place filled to the brim with teenagers - and to make it worse, Stella's school was full of the snobby type of brats. Dragging there this little Digimon was both ridiculous and dangerous. They would end up easily squished or stolen or taken as some kind of trendiest accessory of the latest season - or something. Either way, it would be a mess Stella wasn't eager to put up with, so for peace of mind, she let her grandmother look after Pafumon during her absence. Hiring a nanny wasn't exactly an option here...

Today Rosina placed happy Pafumon inside her handbag, started her car and the dynamic duo drove to the city, planning to go grocery shopping. The mission was going smoothly, with the Baby Digimon quietly sitting in the elderly lady's purse. Their big eyes were watching colorful displays with awe, but the visit to the market went without any problems. As Rosina was stacking the cart with food - and judging by the sheer amount of it, she was expecting many, many visitors with big appetites - Digimon was observing everything. Pafumon enjoyed being outside, even if the outside wasn't always friendly or safe... Last time Stella and quite a random group of humans and Digimon fought with a gang that wanted to snatch them away. Brrr. So they were sitting put and hushed... For now. After a busy hour filled with looking up for groceries on the list, and carefully packing them into the trunk, they were ready to go home. Rosina was about to put back the shopping cart when suddenly Pafumon's ears perked up.

The little furball started gently wriggling around and squeezed themselves between the lady's arm and the edge of the handbag. With a silent pop sound it shot into the air. Surprisingly quickly, gently floating above the crowd, they moved from the market's parking lot towards one of the corners between the buildings, right near the Plaza. Rosina spotted them quickly enough to see where they were going - she closed the car and rushed after them... But a white ball of fluff simply disappeared right there from before her eyes. Of course, she wasn't going to stop her chase, even if Pafumon was way ahead of her for whatever reason caused them to act up - and the reason was..?

"Uuuuu..." The little Digimon cooed softly and their eyes widened when they spotted a sitting silhouette. The puppy's mouth opened wide with a smile - "Aaa!" - Pafumon rolled slowly in midair, their half-translucent body turning upside down while their ears perked up. Perhaps they were eager to make a new friend?

[Ophelia]

Pulling off one of her bracers, Ophelia took the time to wrap a bandage around where claws had caught her arm at the edge of her armor. She made sure it was snug and tight - before moving on to bandaging the midsection of her tail. Geez, she really got scratched up today, didn't she? It wasn't of much trouble to her, really, but it'd probably mean that it'd be a hot minute before she could play the 'mascot' for Ryouta's restaurant later - which probably meant she'd be washing the dishes.

What a pain - but ah well...

As she tended to her own wounds though, something caught the little lioness' attention. A signal - from another digimon, to be exact. Ears twitching, she'd pause in her work to perk up - all senses on the alert, to gauge who it was that was approaching her. It didn't seem like a strong signal - was it a Rookie like herself, or..?

No - as a small floating shape came into sight, Ophelia would come to realize that it was a younger digimon. "Oh- Hello?" The Spadamon greeted Pafumon, her tail perking and twitching like that of a friendly cat. She had a particular soft spot for smaller digimon, and this one was no different. "The hell'd you come from, little fella?"

Were you supposed to curse at children? Most definitely not - but Ophelia didn't exactly know any better. Her mother tended to curse up a storm - and the extent of Ophelia's knowledge was that she wasn't supposed to curse around customers (which, to be fair, she was careful about following!) But otherwise, she didn't quite understand that vulgarity towards youngsters probably wasn't much appreciated.

"Hmmm - where's your parents?" She wondered out loud - not wholly expecting Pafumon to be much for conversation. They looked pretty damn young, after all. "Like hell I'mma let you wander around on your own - that ain't safe." Though a lot of the digimon who wandered the streets were pretty neutral or good-natured, there was still the very real risk of this little puffball running into someone who was pure trouble.

Reaching out, Ophelia would carefully attempt to coax Pafumon closer; both so that the lioness could sniff them, and so that she could carry them. She wanted to pick up on their scent to memorize it, as well as any other scents that might've been clinging to their fur. "If I can just get the scent of your momma or papa, I bet my ass I could find them..."

[Stella Morozova]

"A!" The black beady eyes gleamed when the Digimon raised her paws, calling them closer. Knowing and welcoming this gesture, Pafumon landed softly on them, smiling brightly and closing their eyes with contentment, making sounds that were a perfect in-between of cooing and purring.

There was no fear in this tiny body - maybe because they haven't yet realized that Rosina isn't near? Last time it took them a hot minute to discover that they floated far away from Stella and that ended with tears... And more shenanigans later. But this small baby had a way around strangers, that's for sure. And luckily for them, right after that, a very concerned Rosina walked into them, with a heart on her chest - slowly catching her breath. She might have been in a good health overall, and age was only a number, but she wasn't used to this type of activity. Seeing Pafumon near the unknown Digimon, she let out a relieved sight, approaching them with a gentle smile.

"Uuu!" Pafumon reacted happily to see her and jumped in the air to slowly drift back and sit on the fluffy white paws of a lion cub Digimon. Seems that they were quite comfortable there... Perhaps it was all about the thick and warm fur?

"Dearie, you know you can't leave on your own like that..." Rosina's voice lacked the sound of a stern lecture because after all, she was only concerned about the well-being of Pafumon. Judging by their behavior, her mind created an equivalent of their age in human years - and that would make them a crawling, less-than-a-year-old baby. "Last time Stella got home with bruises because someone tried to eat you, remember?" Well, it's not like Rosina was told what happened, but the next day they had some guests for dinner and they filled her in with details. Her granddaughter wouldn't just admit beating someone for the sake of her furball.

"Aaaa..? Ooo!" The little one seemed to agree, judging by the way they nodded their tiny body - but to be honest no one was sure they could understand what she said. Anyway, Pafumon blinked at Rosina and looked at the Digimon holding them brightly, as if they were showing off who they just found to Stella's grandmother. The elderly lady couldn't help but smile softly at both of them and walk up closer.

"I see, you made a new friend," she reached out and gently patted Baby Digimon, raising her warm gaze at the one with a wild, snow-white mane. "Thank you for keeping an eye on them dearie. Pafumon's a smart little fluffball, but they get excited too easily and then they drift away... They must have sensed you and got curious." Rosina stroked her chin thoughtfully "I think Digimon can do that, yes... I am not a specialist, though", she added apologetically and with a very grandmotherly and natural gesture was ready to pet the mane, but her gaze caught something else. Rosina was worried about Pafumon floating away so much it took her a second to see that the white creature with blue armor was here and there smeared with red blood. "Oh dear, you're bleeding..." Attentive eyes caught the image of bandages rolling out of the bag next to the Digimon. Rosina smoothed her clothes and leaned down. "Would you hold Pafumon for a second, sweetie? I'll take care of that." And as if it was perfectly normal for an elegant elderly lady, she sat next to the Digimon on the ground - and proceeded to finish the wrapping that the lion cub suspended because of the unexpected appearance of Pafumon.

She just couldn't have that, could she?

[Ophelia]

Holding Pafumon close, Ophelia would respond to the gentle sounds that they made with a purr of her own - unable to help a brief nuzzle, as she brought the baby digimon close to sniff their fur. Much to the lioness' surprise though, there wasn't much in the way of any scents from other digimon on Pafumon's fur that she could detect. Certainly, there were traces - but much too little for her to discern one from another, and much too faint to potentially be Pafumon's parents.

What she could figure out though, was... "... You spend a lot of time around humans, don't you?" Was this Pafumon's caretaker a human, then?

It was an answer that Ophelia would quickly get - the Spadamon being jolted from her thoughts when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. At first, in seeing Rosina, Ophelia was startled - her tail puffing up slightly. She was so used to staying away from other humans she didn't know - cause Valt and Ryouta always instilled in her the importance of not approaching humans who weren't 'in the know' wily-nily. She had almost followed her instinct to bail on the spot...

... But Pafumon's cheery reaction to Rosina's presence, as well as the grandmother's words, immediately soothed those concerns. "That must be your human, then..." She breathed to herself, allowing herself to relax. This lady seemed pretty chill and nice, too!

Upon being addressed by Rosina, Ophelia smiled - grinning widely and cheerily. "Hell yeah!" She responded - she certainly couldn't have left such a young digimon on their lonesome! But at the mention of Pafumon having potentially 'sensed' Ophelia, the little lioness blinked, before nodding. "Oh - yeah, probably. We've got what humans might call a 'sixth sense' for one another 'n shit? I could sense the little fella coming, too."

But when Rosina mentioned the fact that Ophelia was bleeding, the lioness blinked. "Oh, fuck, right -" She muttered to herself - before glancing up to Rosina and mentioning "Is all good though - just a few scrapes from a friendly spar. It probably looks twice as bad to you humans than it actually is. I've healed up from worse!" She had been about to reach for the bandages - but the grandmother was quicker on the draw, helping to finish wrapping her up.

Ophelia couldn't help but fluster the slightest bit over being fussed over by the human - itching at her own cheek with a finger as she half-heartedly protested "I can do that too, 's fine..." ... But she wouldn't stop Rosina. Instead, she cradled Pafumon in one arm while she briefly groomed herself; licking away the blood that clung to some of the fur on her other arm.

[Stella Morozova]

"Oooo~" The little Digimon cozied themselves on the furry paw like it was at this very moment the best place to be and the lady chuckled. Of course that this sight - and their ruffled white fur, like puffed-up feathers on tiny birds, were absurdly adorable.

"I see," Rosina said with relief. "That's quite curious, thank you for the pretty useful explanation," she nodded with a smile. Still, it was as calming as troubling. If others were able to sense Pafumon, would they hesitate to attack them? If they were constantly on the radar, there was little that Rosina could do to help them - she didn't possess a Digivice or one of those fancy gloves for punching that Stella got. Perhaps finding a way for the tiny one to stay with their rightful partner would be better. She'd need to talk about it with Stella a bit later...

But for now, the situation called for something else. And casually, like it was the most natural thing for her to do, Rosina proceeded with what she set her mind on. And that was - caring for others.

"You sound just like my granddaughter," the lady couldn't help but chuckle warmly while she began to unwrap the bandage. Measuring the wrapping between her fingers, she started the treatment making sure that the dressing was applied firmly enough to stay on, but not too strong to cause any discomfort. "Each time I point out that she's bleeding and bruised, she will reply with I've dealt with much worse, and patch her wounds on her own." Pulling out a package of tissues from the pocket of her coat, she gently used them to wipe away excess blood before proceeding with bandaging. "I guess that's not her style to simply accept aid from others," Rosina's voice didn't change, but her eyes softened a little. Maybe it was a bit of sadness, possibly regret, or perhaps something else?

She didn't want to treat her like a stranger. Even if a few months ago they were strangers... Stella was so used to taking care of herself, because there was no one to take care of her, that now giving up her guard was like invading her personal space. Or worse, trust. Her grandmother could see it clearly - she was too strong for her own good.
And unfortunately, it seemed that nothing would be changing about that anytime soon... It was already several months since those two started living under the same roof and their dynamic was still developing fairly slowly. But, something changed in the past weeks. Rosina glanced at the furball sitting in Digimon's hand and gave them a little smile, which resulted in a happy, pleasing sound of purr.

"Uuuuu..." A pair of white puffy ears with brown tips perked up, twitching happily and eyes closed with contentment. It was safe to say that Digimon's paw was so fluffy and warm, Pafumon was ready to melt and doze off right there.

"Seems like someone is enjoying themselves..." Rosina noted with a slightly emotional voice and patted Pafumon's head, who in return smiled widely. Right after that, she focused on finishing her work, and the last uncertain remark didn't go unnoticed. "Everyone needs a little help once in a while dearie," expressing her thoughts, she fixed the end of the wrapping and everything was now finished. Quite nicely to that, if she could praise herself. "Not because they are incapable of doing things on their own, but just to make others feel wanted. You wouldn't want to make an old lady like me feel incapable of helping you out, right?" Rosina placed her hand on her chest and gave the Digimon telling, but warm look - a very true statement was served in a friendly and playful manner. Slightly tilting her head, she focused her gaze on the now patched lion cub with snow mane, blue armor, and big golden eyes. "What's your name dearie? I'm Rosina and you're free to call me that," a tiny coo made her smile, because how could she forget to introduce the last person there? She looked at the puffball and gently scratched their cheek with her finger. "Oh, and of course, my favorite little Digimon is Pafumon~"

"Aaa~!" said favorite little Digimon was listening to her all along and proudly puffed once more when they heard it. A brazen but cute little thing.

[Ophelia]

Ophelia tilted her head a bit, at being compared to Rosina's granddaughter - whoever that might've been. "Well... It really ain't as bad as it might look for us digimon." The young lioness emphasized with a shrug, her tail twitching as she watched Rosina work. This human seemed pretty meticulous - at least as far as handling the bandages went. "Hell, even a digimon that's weak by Rookie standards could probably walk stuff like this off with a bit of rest. So no worries, yeah?"

Certainly, some digimon were more durable than others - and Ophelia could be counted as being made from a tougher fabric. But from what she could see, the average digimon just tended to be able to take more abuse and heal up faster than most humans did.

As Pafumon once more cooed though, Ophelia's attention would turn to the little baby digimon - and she smiled warmly. It was safe to say that this lioness had a strong nurturing instinct for smaller digimon - and now was no different. "Hey there, lil fella. You cozy?" She spoke softly and affectionately, gently nuzzling the top of Pafumon's head with the tip of her nose. "You get all snug 'n shit, no worries. I'll keep an eye out for you."

Whether or not Pafumon would understand the lioness' words was up in the air, of course. But Ophelia was still prepared to look after the little puffball as if they were one of her siblings, safe to say.

But Rosina had much to say regarding accepting help - and Ophelia couldn't help but still feel at least a little flustered. "I do appreciate it..." She murmured out loud, pouting the slightest bit at the question (A low blow indeed, even if Ophelia took it in stride.) "But fuck, if it doesn't make me feel a bit like a lil Wanyamon again." Ophelia snorted a bit with this - relaxing once more, even if she gently adjusted one of the bandages as a form of fidgeting.

Introductions helped to bring Ophelia's mood back up though, the lioness' ears perking. "Oh - hell yeah, I'm Ophelia!" She spoke, grinning a little. "Nice to meet you two, Rosi, Pafumon. Are you two partners? Or are they independent like I am?" Now that she was all bandaged up, she would rock up onto her feet as she spoke - briefly stretching out her limbs.

[Stella Morozova]

Having so many Digimon staying over lately, be it for dinner or a chat, Rosina was able to pick up a thing or two. The lady's eyes saw how gently Pafumon was treated, despite not-so-ideal language, the Digimon made a good impression on her. While she listened well to the purrs and murmurs, the reactions reminded her of tending to the wounds of an actual cat. Like Prince, a bit moody and grumpy because they weren't fond of that type of affection... Her demeanor softened quite a bit. Still, her skilled hands were working well with bandages and at the same time, she had a chance to get a closer look at every scratch. The thick, white fur obstructed the sight a little, but she was able to patch everything that needed to be taken care of. Seems that indeed, those cuts weren't even bothersome and the sturdy build of the feline Digimon proved that the words were right. The snow-colored digital lion was a hardy and proud little warrior.

"Oh, that's the least I can do~," Rosina smiled in a kind, soft manner, focused on her task but chatting with the lioness like they knew each other well already. So well that they could have this kind of talk. "I don't have powers like Digimon, nor my health is good enough to try fighting in case of troubles... I am just not young enough." The elderly lady chuckled and slowly shook her head. Life never prepared her for meeting digital creatures - funerals, divorce, fights, ups and downs of raising a family, sure - but Digimon? It was something new. And to think that the time would rob her of the much-needed stamina when it seems she could use it the most? She was still active despite her age, but she couldn't deceive herself like that. "So..." Rosina's fingers started tying the last segment of wrapping gently, her tone warming up. "... If the only thing I can do, is to make sure that you guys are all taken care of and well-fed, I am going to focus on that." The bandaging was over and she gazed at the Digimon with a cordial look in her eyes. "All done. You're a tough cookie, aren't you~?" She praised her. Rosina's hand stroked the fluffy mane behind the lion's ears.

"Uuuaaa..." Pafumon agreed wholeheartedly, their tiny ears comfortably leaning down, resting on their back. With a happy smile on their puppy-like mouth, they looked very pleased - melting in the fluffy hand. Of course, they murmured more when Digimon nuzzled against them, but the gentle purr was strangely starting to sound like delicate chirping. How were they even able to create that sound..? There was this tiny little chuckle from Rosina's side when she was observing their bonding. Both were white and the lower part of Pafumon's fluff was white, blending with the fur of the lion... If it wasn't for the brown tips of the ears and black beady eyes, perhaps they could mask their presence completely in her lion mane.

"It's nice to meet you too, Ophelia," the woman nodded, and the corners of her lips raised in a smile when she saw her mood improving. Her gaze shifted to Pafumon, still resting comfortably on Digimon's hand. Were they napping..? They became really quiet. "No, this little fluffball is partnered with my granddaughter. Her name is Stella and she's one headstrong kid with quite the attitude." Rosina's tone indicated both pride and concern. That was typical of any caring grandmother, they loved talking about their grandkids even if they - or their circumstances - were less than ideal. "However her work and school are not places safe for this little fellow... You see how curious they are, they would get so easily in trouble that we both fear for their safety." She sighed. It wasn't the first time Pafumon floated away or got into some kind of shenanigans. They got stuck in the chandelier twice! Got shut inside the kitchen's cupboard too and knocked some plants from the windowsill. "We decided that until she gets back home, I will be keeping an eye on Pafumon." Rosina said and rubbed the back of her neck, worried and perhaps feeling somewhat guilty. "Yet this little one slipped away before I could react..." As if they were listening, Pafumon opened their eyes and innocently blinked at the grandma. Sigh raised Rosina's chest again, but still, she smiled looking at the Baby Digimon. "It seems that next time I will have to put you into Prince's carrier dearie, for your own safety."

"Uuu..." Pafumon purred with the objection, opening one eye and shaping their open mouth into a shape of a shocking triangle. They weren't exactly good at predicting the consequences of their actions, huh?

[Ophelia]

Hearing Rosina's words about helping other digimon, Ophelia couldn't help but soften her expression as well - smiling a bit more gently. "You're a damn good human. The lost digimon 'round here need more folks like ya." She spoke, nodding slightly. "Hell, even Pafumon's in pretty good hands; isn't that right, little fella?" She'd turn her attention back to the little baby in her hands with the rhetorical question - chuckling at the soft happy sounds that Pafumon made.

But, the praise and petting would both be met with surprise - Ophelia initially blinking owlishly, visibly flustering a little at the compliment. "Mrrrp?!" And yet, she had no time to really respond before Rosina's fingers began running through her mane - which was enough to take her mind off of her own brief sheepishness. As the surprise faded, the young cub would begin to purr - eyes drifting closed and tilting her head into Rosina's touch, like a cat asking for more. Ophelia couldn't deny that she was a sucker for physical affection like this, and the way she melted into the contact likely made that clear.

The mention of Stella, however, would have Ophelia opening an eye to properly regard Rosina - the Spadamon's curiosity plain to see. "Ehehe - she sounds like she'd be fun to meet!" Ophelia spoke - the description that the grandmother gave painting something closer to Ophelia's own headstrong nature, rather than the ice queen that Stella more often tended to be.

But with the explanation of why Pafumon hung around Rosina, Ophelia nodded understandingly. "Yeahhh, my pa sometimes would joke 'n talk about how he had to keep a close eye on me and my siblings, when we were still lil shits." She spoke with a laugh. Between one of her siblings being stealth supreme, and she herself being too brave for her own good, well... Shenanigans were sure to be had.

"Maybe you oughta see if there ain't another digimon willing to lend a hand in keeping an eye on the lil fella?" Ophelia suggested, looking down to Pafumon and giving them a gentle scritch on the head with a single claw. "I bet there's plenty out there willing to babysit for some food and a roof over their head." Fuck knows that there were digimon out there in the city lacking in both, even for Ophelia's best efforts in pointing them in the right directions whenever she came across them. The restaurant could only do so much for folks, after all.

[Stella Morozova]

There was something about good people that they didn't see themselves as being good - be it modesty, humbleness, or simply, decency.

"I'm just a grandma that loves cooking," Rosina laughed warmly when Ophelia called her a good person. But looking back to all the Digimon and people that visited her place - some she even found going through her trash - she wasn't sure if she was doing enough. Stella mentioned that more and more creatures were appearing around the place and that they should be careful. Not every helplessly looking Digimon could be that - some of them were aggressive, scheming, and attacking citizens. If she would invite a wolf in sheep's clothing to their home... "I love cooking and if a couple of stray creatures can fill their bellies at my place, I'm happy to help." Rosina finished. She knew that they needed to be careful but she decided to let her ability to judge characters help her with that. Stella worried too much already and her grandmother wasn't as fragile and meek as she seemed.

This old lady was a tough one herself and knew very well how to take care of unwanted visitors.

"... If she'd only be as eager to meet others. I can't exactly keep a close eye on her." Rosina's smile turned melancholic and different thoughts filled her eyes for a moment. Their warmth and genuine feelings mixed with blue color betrayed the concern that was sitting somewhere inside her heart. She stroked Ophelia's mane some more, fingers gently caressing the pale hair - just for the pleasure of soft fur under her fingers and the content purrs she heard. The Digimon was bright, lovely and despite resembling Stella so much there still were crucial differences between their attitudes. The friendliness was the thing standing out the most. Ophelia with her sharp tongue and headstrong demeanor was smiling, happy, talking with a strange old lady she just met like they knew each other for months... Contrary to her Stella was always on her guard, avoiding people and not feeling the need to meet the bare minimum of social interactions. "You know, my granddaughter started living with me only recently. She doesn't like people, to be honest, she can be a little mean," before Rosina could say anything else, she mentioned Stella to Ophelia once more. "She's too independent for her own good, that child. Learned the hard way that she needs to be strong and that's the only thing she knows now." The old lady patted Digimon's head and Pafumon, as if sensing who they are talking about, let out a softer coo. "I wish she would depend on me but when every adult in her life put her through hard times, it's understandable that she won't trust an old woman she first met two months ago."

It was two months ago... Or three? But, did it even matter? Stella wasn't the only one whose life changed drastically but knowing that she had to move to a different country, to a different continent - Rosina tried her best to make her feel welcomed. Remembering how her daughter was behaving, Rosina was shocked to hear how disgusted and repulsed her voice sounded over the phone when they were talking about her youngest grandchild... Grandchild, she didn't know she had. Lucy accused her of trading her family for a stranger but Rosina didn't regret her decision. In fact, the only thing she felt was sadness when she thought about her daughter, her former son-in-law, and her grandchildren that so easily cut ties with her - because she took that child in. There were no phone calls, no visits, no sleepovers, the kids didn't visit with their college friends, and Lucy didn't drop by with shopping bags full of fruits and vegetables. It hurt her but Rosina was staying adamant about her beliefs.

The wrongdoings of a parent should never burden their child.

"Sorry about the little rant, Sweetie," Rosina smiled warmly at Spadamon. "Sometimes there's no point rushing. I need to sit this one out and wait until she warms up to me enough, right Pafumon?" The little puffball happily opened their mouth in a wide smile and let out a happy coo. "She's slowly getting closer to this cute bundle of fluff so I'm sure that's possible. But of course, she won't admit that, because Stella is too tough for that," nothing like a gentle joke about her grandkid thrown here and there. After a little giggle, she stroked Pafumon's fluff and nodded gently. Ophelia was pointing out how much more she could help other stray Digimon - and how they could help her. Knowing how many of them were around, she started to suspect that the little lioness had a similar story, running around without a place to stay until she found a safe spot. Or not? "That's a good idea. Our friends are already helping me out with shopping and cleaning when they have a chance, so I'm sure I could ask them to look after the little one."

The old lady looked at the Digimon, patched up and talking with her all honestly - seemed that Rosina made a friend. She started wondering how would the other reacts to meeting a new face... Stella would probably roll her eyes and comment that she's making a Digimon daycare in the house. That wasn't a bad idea, was it? Luckily most of the digital creatures were big and strong enough to for the most part fend for themselves. But what if out there was a scared, helpless baby, hiding from human sight?

"If you'd be ever in need of that, you can always visit us. I'll write you the address. Any Digimon that would need care or a meal can come to my place." Rosina started patting her pockets in search of a note or a pencil but nothing like that was there. She must have left it all in the car. But that gave her a better idea. "Maybe it would be better to show you my place. We were about to ride back home after picking up groceries, I could use some help with unpacking everything. What you say?"