[ Reno pokes his index finger in her direction like she's just hit the jackpot about the point he's making. ] Exactly. Plenty of confidence for plenty of profit.

[ But like her, he's easily distracted by the prospect of pizza. The sort of thing he didn't think twice about back home. Now he misses the simple shit. Pizza, cars, electric heaters. Even chocobos.

He scoffs. Nice. Ugh. You know, he can be nice (this is not a lie), but he's sure as hell not being nice to her. ]

As if. We'll call it a trade. I show you mine, you show me yours. Then we see whose is [ bigger ] better. Deal?