"And 'mon are neat. And you have some sweet technology..."

"I'm not sure what kind of job you'd want to do. There might be an application for walkers if you can build them from scratch, but people mostly use 'mon for everything I can immediately think of that a walker would do."

"I can do peoples' laundry or something. If that's still a thing. I wouldn't mind grunt work, anyway, and maybe I'd even like training Pokémon."

"I mean, you need at least one if you ever want to be outside of a city."

"How does one tend to get their first 'mon?"

"I got mine from my mom. He liked me more. Some people buy theirs, or get them from friends, or manage to tame down something wild without formally catching it first."

"There's the problem of translating too. I speak German and a little English and a few sentences of Hungarian."

"...yeah I don't know those. Or of them. They probably don't exist on my world at all, it's weird enough we're both humans."

"...How long would ninety dollars feed me anyway? Seven for maybe two weeks of cheap staples makes thirteen weeks, divide by four for a place to sleep and soap and stuff. Not that long."

"You could crash at a Pokémon center hostel, you wouldn't necessarily need to pay rent right away. They do breakfast too but not lunch and dinner. And it wouldn't come with a place to cook your cheap staples."

"Bar can you sell a translating thing? It's probably expensive isn't it. What is your language called?"

"Sinnoh dialect of a language called Islandish."

I'm afraid I have no such objects within your means.

"Idea! If I write stuff in here will it still be in German if I leave, and Islandish if she writes it and leaves?"

Yes.

"With a non-trivial effort from us both and the cost of paper and ink I could have a phrasebook to work from."

"...if the alphabets aren't the same you won't be able to read from the Islandish half."

"They probably aren't. If you teach me it as soon as we leave I would have a head start."

 "I'm kind of surprised by how much I want to go to your world. Probably should try to pick apart the reasons or something."

"...I mean, your world sounds unpleasant and it doesn't sound like you'll miss your family terribly and you don't have a lot of leverage to bring stuff back to fix it..."

"And 'mon are cool even if I probably will flinch at the ones that are strange to me for a while and some are really fast which is awesome and you have better technology. On the other hand, there'll be the difficulty of a new language and all sorts of new skills and not having a lot of cushion money for packing up and leaving. Then again again it's not like I'll have much savings back in Berlin."

"Also you can't change your mind, unless you turn out to be one of those people who can get Milliways doors whenever you want."

"It's not immediately dangerous over there, but. It's occasionally bad enough that I seriously considered stealing a walker in the dead of night and running south to Italy. I don't want to miss one of the best possible worlds I could have chosen if you leave and nobody else with something good for me shows up before I run out of Marks."

"...yeah, if you got stuck waiting - well you could run up a tab but that seems vaguely like it might be a bad idea -"

"I'll try to find work if I do have to stay here. Put up a sign 'tinker and mechanic - rates negotiable'. My gut's saying to go through with you. I don't know if that's because you're the first- Friendly face I've had a good chat with for a while or if it really is a good idea."