Oh dear. Ken holds up his hands, not sure who he's hoping to placate more.

"Now, now..." How about a lift up, Wormmon? Would that help? (It would. Wormmon hugs Ken-chan's shirt and sticks his face into it.) "I danced before. You were there for that, weren't you, Wormmon?"

Wormmon thinks about this. "....Mm. The tap. Ken-chan was cool....~"

From the look on Ken's face, that is not the word he'd use for the experience he has just, unfortunately, dragged up for himself. Because he's now remembering what he looked like tap dancing.

Eight is free to imagine this, as well.