"I will gratefully accept that, and I'm absolutely willing to take more of those in kind or simply pay you solid Bytes for them. What do you say to four Bytes a piece?"

"If you think that's fair, who am I to object? It's nice to see the good ones out of a whole lot of failures appreciated either way."

"I would buy some as well," Maya adds, "if only I did not expect life aboard the train to jostle them too much and break them."

"I'll take another two plates and cups on top of the signing bonus, and the bowl with the celtic knots. Twenty bytes altogether, though if you wanted to quibble over the price for the celtic-knot bowl I might be willing to haggle."

"Alas, I know of no way to make it tougher than ordinary glass. We can subtract that twenty from what I owe you for these tools. Which I'm done adding to for now."

"Alright. Sable, did you pick up that saw we needed?"

That manages to pull Sable back into front. She holds up two toolboxes, each designed to strap down on shelves in a locomotive or a train car, full of a variety of tools for electronic and mechanical systems, along with a saw. "Got those, yep!"

"Great. I'm assuming we're taking all the tools out of the communal pool? What's the approximate damage?"

"About fifty bytes for everything. Could pick up a soldering iron for another few bytes, but don't think we'll need one soon."

"Alright! Then I guess we're done here for the moment. Next up is probably clothes for Nick?"

Sable nods. "Yeah, that seems like the next thing. Department store is probably the best bet there, but we wanted to tour the places in here anyway, just to see what's available, so we might as well take a look."

"I hope there's food. I know I don't technically need to eat anymore but I miss nice tastes already."

The clerks ring up their purchases, and Bytes appear from their hoard in neat stacks. 

It all comes to 114 Bytes.

Eva heads out into the mall, expecting the other two to trail along behind her. 

The mall has a small food court selling fried fish and vaguely-polynesian cuisine — a lot of strange fruits — and a bevy of shops selling skater wear and "alt" fashion. Some of it is even sized more on the scale of Earth humans. There's several shops selling wingsuits, grappling hooks, skateboards, and other movement-tech items. 

"You know," Eva says, looking at the skateboards on display. "I tried to learn to skate when I was like fifteen. Never really got good at it. But now — well, it'd still hurt to crash, but maybe I could learn anyway? It might be fun, and it'd give me a project, you know?"

He's keeping an eye out for anywhere selling homewares or decorations. The middleman will take his cut, but that's all fair, really. He has a good bit more in the Bevin, if decidedly not an infinite amount.

Anyway. "Hobbies are lovely things to have. I skated, once upon a time- If you can't find a better instructor. It's not something that is, well, especially amenable to lectures, though."

"Nice. — if you do sick enough skating combos on this world it gives you money, by the way, that's part of why I'm interested."

"-Ooh. D'you suppose adding touches of flight counts as cheating?"

"Wingsuits apparently don't count against, so it's quite possible it could work for you."

There is in fact a homewares shop at the end of the mall, full of wares for small apartments right out of the 90's. 

He nods seriously.

"...I think I'm going to go check out that shop over there, see if they'll buy as well as sell- Maybe break some things and reforge the sand, even. Meet up somewhere again in a bit?"

"Alright! Good luck! We'll be back at the station in maybe two hours, train with an inky heart on the side, you can't miss it."