Takato usually had a good memory for faces. Just not when the face was ten years older than the one he vaguely remembered.

He stares up at Ken blinking.

"Have we met before? Was it that time?" He would have remembered seeing a Wormmon at home, so it must have been that very strange time.

Guilmon is more than happy to have a new Digimon friend to play with. He'd just going to ignore the conversation now in favor of playing with the new friend.