Once inside City Hall, Frank leads Kyeo to the registrar's office.

"Hi Frank!" says the registrar. "And you must be the portal traveller, Kyeo?"

"Yes, I am."

"Mind if I take your photo? Frank provided me all the info but not a picture."

"Oops."

"Of course." He will straighten his collar and his posture.

The registrar snaps his photo! He hands him the ID card shortly thereafter. It's slightly thicker than cards would tend to be on a Pokemon-free Earth, and the photo seems to have appeared on it without having been printed on.

Maybe they have some kind of wacky printer he didn't get a look at. Or a magic animal is doing it, that must always be a live hypothesis. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Have a great day!"

(The ID card is actually just a tiny screen! Pokemon are involved in the manufacturing processes that give it its level of thinness and durability. The registrar does not volunteer this information, since Kyeo didn't ask.)

His uniform has pockets. They are small but have room for a little card.

Frank waves goodbye to the registrar and turns to leave City Hall.

"Where to next? If you wanna do clothes shopping we should get Owen to join, he's the one with any fashion sense."

"Would the store carry clothes that were unreasonable to wear?"

"Un...reasonable? You mean inappropriate for the weather? I'm perfectly capable of stopping you if you look like you're about to walk out of there with only summer outfits or only winter ones, but Owen would be better equipped to advise you on, like, presenting whatever image you wanna present."

"I am accustomed to uniforms. I wouldn't know how to choose an - image."

"Me too! That's why I have Owen suggest things for me. You could say, like 'I wanna be attractive so I can pick up college girls'—women your age—and he'll find you something cool, or 'I wanna look serious and reliable so I can get hired for an office job like you, Owen' and he'll find you something professional."

"I don't think either of those sounds right. Is there nothing that looks only - normal -"

"Like, 'never goes out of style, can be worn in as many situations as possible'? Yeah, that's something you could go for. Easier for us as men than it would be for a woman, probably—I'm not sure if you guys have that pattern, some cultures' traditional costumes don't. But there's still, like, levels of formality, I wouldn't presume your country's standards of what should be worn to a job interview vs. the gym or whatever would be the same."

"There were admittedly separate gym uniforms."

Thumbs up.

"You good if I call Owen? I'm kidding about me having literally zero fashion sense, I could find you 'generic and signalling as little as possible', but he would have fun joining us for clothes shopping if you're cool with it."

"I suppose that's fine if he'd like to."

"Cool! It's about a fifteen minute walk from here; he could meet us there."

Nod.

Walk walk. Owen is waiting at the store.

"Hi again!"

"Hello."