Harrow shrugs non-committally and takes back his weed. He offered, she refused, she knows where to come if she ever changes her mind.

"Okay, okay. I'll find him a better shirt. There's a whole cool market I found here, I'm sure I can get him somethin' nice. Maybe get 'em all somethin' nice. Sheesh, I'm gonna have to get a job around here before I know it. Watchin' the Chao is your job, right? You get paid for that?"