Gold stares at the offered device with surprise. That looks pretty expensive, and way more advanced than Gold's Pokegear. He's really itching to accept it and keep it, but...
"Isn't your phone number on those flyers you put up?" Gold asks, looking dubious. "So if you give me that, I'm just gonna get calls from people looking for you. No thanks."
Since Trip did say it's fine to eat here, Gold sits down on the ground with his back leaning against the store wall, the bowl in his hands. He puts his disposable chopsticks away in his pocket since he never did learn how to use them.
"Let's just eat before you worry about paying me back, alright?" Gold says, brings the bowl of oden to his lips, grabs a daikon slice with his teeth, and bites into it with a satisfying crunch.
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"Isn't your phone number on those flyers you put up?" Gold asks, looking dubious. "So if you give me that, I'm just gonna get calls from people looking for you. No thanks."
Since Trip did say it's fine to eat here, Gold sits down on the ground with his back leaning against the store wall, the bowl in his hands. He puts his disposable chopsticks away in his pocket since he never did learn how to use them.
"Let's just eat before you worry about paying me back, alright?" Gold says, brings the bowl of oden to his lips, grabs a daikon slice with his teeth, and bites into it with a satisfying crunch.