"Your bear mace isn't going to do anything but annoy a bear Digimon," Yamato says, shaking his head.

He's somewhat grateful for Barry stepping in to repack the bag, because otherwise he was going to have to step in, and that would've taken much, much longer.

"Environmental factors, what they specifically need when they evolve, what kind of data they've absorbed, their mood and temperament, things like that," Yamato says. "The first time around that we did this, there was also an element of 'whatever each Crest is associated with' -- like, Takeru's Crest of Hope is associated pretty strongly with angels, so Patamon even though most of his evolutionary tree is made up of mammals, he ended up veering off down the one path that involved angel Digimon."

As he talks, a shape starts moving along the edge of town. Something small and red, leaping from cushiony pillar to pillar, too quick to really see, making its way deeper inside. As it reaches the three of them, it circles them for a few moments, pauses, then leaps away from them.

Yamato follows it with its eyes -- as best he can -- but doesn't seem that concerned.