[that gets a pleased sound from Manabu, who doesn't bother to argue when coins are pushed back his way; he sees one is missing, and that seems fair. just means he has something to play with next time.

he pushes his crap-cards away and pockets his money, slumping back in his seat. that killed...what, an hour? maybe? of...however long he's being advised to sit tight here? how long is he supposed to sit tight here, actually?

instead of whining about that, though, a stray thought drops into his head, makes his eyebrows lift.] Hey-- If some stuff on your time and planet are the same as what I learned about...Does that mean you guys had baseball?