Stacia, given her feminine makeup and tendency to dress in cute clothes with floral motifs, looks particularly unlike someone who'd survive by herself in the wild. She does it on purpose: because she likes dressing and presenting herself this way, because she can dress and present herself this way, because everyone around her back home pulls off the intimidating-flannel-and-leather look better than she would, and because all the big scary people in flannel and leather do what she says. Garurumon doesn't have that context though, so she just laughs.

"Right?!" she says, spreading her hands wide and grinning. "I'm pretty sure everyone involved thought I wouldn't do it either. Suckers. I should have made them put money on it."

She lowers her hands, the empty one resting on her hip for lack of anything else to do with it. "Your turn: What weird things have you eaten, and would you eat them again? Feel free to define 'weird' however you like."