"How does the Pokemon healing work?"

He's guessing? The Pokemon are maybe the odd creatures?

"You digitize them, and I put the Pokéballs in this machine, and it resets their bodies to be perfectly healthy and not tired at all. But if they learned things or got stronger, those don't reset."

"Neat! Oh - where do I get a Poketech?"

"It is neat! Try the general store; it's a few streets that way."

"Okay! Thanks for all the help!" He'll find someone else to ask about money - making stuff permanent to sell is hard but shouldn't be impossible since their other powers work, or if Ink wins the caution argument they can figure out a job maybe.

"No problem!" says the pink-haired woman, then turns to talk to someone in hiking clothes who just came in the door. He hands her two red-and-white spheres and she puts them in the machine, humming cheerfully to herself.

Then they'll head out and start looking around town for the general store, or a pawn shop, or just general adverts for stuff like dog walkers and lawn mowers, or other ways to make money.

The general store exists, and looks a bit run down but not short on merchandise. The sign outside it says, "Just a Shop - Nothing Suspicious About It - No Need to be Alarmed".

There are also plenty of adverts. Someone wants to trade their crobat for a togetic, someone wants a big pile of boxes couriered to the next town over, someone else has lost their necklace and is offering a reward for returning it (there's a picture of the necklace on the poster). And the local gym wants to hire trainers with at least one ice-type Pokémon, and is offering "P$50 per battle plus standard prize money sharing arrangements."

Ooooh prize money. If it's Pokemon related... Ink's Ideal Form looks kind of like the thing!

He turns to her, grins, and opens his mouth.

She sends him the most thoroughly unimpressed look she can muster. No. She wants no part in whatever scheme. She doesn't care if it sounds fun.

He sticks his tongue out at her. Such a spoilsport...

Anyways, the definitely not suspicious shop sounds likely to be either an actually not suspicious shop, or a fun adventure, so onwards!

The shop sells food and medicines for both humans and Pokémon, plus an assortment of other things including devices labeled as being Pokétechs. All the merchandise looks perfectly fine, except the Pokétechs have stickers with a logo on them. Behind the counter is a gold cabinet and a very sketchy-looking old man.

He bounces up. "Hi! I'm Nereus, and this's my friend Ink, we're new here! I was curious about your Poketechs?"

"Ya wanna buy some Pokétechs, eh? That'll be P$2500. Each."

"Huh. Do you know good ways to make that money? We're kind of new to the continent." Sounds like a lot if P$50 was being offered for a job thing per battle.

He seems to size them up for a while, then says "Ya can do odd jobs, or fight with that Pokémon ya got and get prize money, or find stuff and sell it--trainers're always losing things."

"Okay, thanks!" That seems to track with the posters outside. He... Doesn't really know how to get Pokemon other than charming them. The pink haired lady said something about storing them in pokeballs which... Probably cost money. Which means he's back to 'odd jobs' or 'charm a Pokemon and/or Ink into doing prize fights.'

"We'll be back in a little bit!"

"See ya round, half-pint."

"See you!"

And off.

Hm...

They should probably try to figure out how much food and lodging will cost... Anywhere look like a hostel, or a motel, or something?

Now that he thinks about it, the Pokémon Center where he got the map had a door labeled "Cafeteria".

He'll back track to there to try and get an idea of prices.

The cafeteria contains a serving line, with simple but tasty-looking food and a conspicuous lack of cash register at the far end. The tables are occupied by several people ranging in age from 12 to 18, all accompanied by (and often petting) one or more Pokémon. The Pokémon are eating food on the theme of "paste with berries in it" in various colors.

He'll try to find someone friendly-looking to ask about whether you have to pay for food here, then, and how much it is.

A bubbly fourteen-year-old with something fluffy draped across her shoulders confirms that he doesn't need to pay for food, or for a bunk upstairs so long as there's space. "And there's usually space, especially in small towns like this one." 

"Thanks! This's a really nice town."