There's the other rabbit. Wormmon picks himself up and inches over to greet Little Radish more carefully. Hello! He's Wormmon...will you be...his friend?

Ken tilts his head up to look at the plants better. "Mm."

He's lost in thought, with a dreamy look on his face. One of the dangers of taking Ken somewhere he likes is that he tends to...zone out...to soak it in.

His expression, however, does all the speaking his mouth isn't.