Emporio looks to Flowey, and muffles a laugh when the Sunkern pulls out the plain seeds and added sticks. The debris, ultimately, seems more promising.
"Great. Guilmon, I want you to set the sticks aside so they can dry out, but don't burn them," he warns, pointing to the pile of wet winter clothes. "We need something to prop these up so that they dry. I bet anything that's been down here long enough will burn easier anyway."
At the very least, the debris is probably drier than the sticks.
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Emporio looks to Flowey, and muffles a laugh when the Sunkern pulls out the plain seeds and added sticks. The debris, ultimately, seems more promising.
"Great. Guilmon, I want you to set the sticks aside so they can dry out, but don't burn them," he warns, pointing to the pile of wet winter clothes. "We need something to prop these up so that they dry. I bet anything that's been down here long enough will burn easier anyway."
At the very least, the debris is probably drier than the sticks.