"Look, we got to scrounge some eatables, you know, food. Now there's a place over on 5th . . . ." He paused as Demo smiled, motioned toward his pouch.
"We can buy food. My pouch is full of paper, eh, money. Gifts!
Dollars!"
Randy stared at him for a moment, put his hand in the pouch and pulled out a few bills. "All right, man! You are with it! Okay, let's hit this place across the way. I could use a good meal for a change."
The waitress smiled at them, looked at Demo's garb with curiosity. "Look, no offense, but you Joe's got cash? The boss is real mean about that!"
"Of course we got cash! Hey, show her, Guru!"
Demo pulled a handful of bills from his pouch, stuck them back in.
The waitress stuck out her lower lip, nodded. "Okay, here's the menu. What'll you have? The western omelette's not bad. Makes a good meal."
Randy ordered the omelette and coffee.
"I'll have the omelette and milk," Demo decided.
"Hey, Guru, where'd you get that rig? What's your thing, anyway? You're awful close mouthed."