[Brook leans in to look, and an expression sort of approaching amusement stumbles onto the unfamiliar territory of his face.]

What is that? You’re not telling me that’s alive. It’s like a rock on a brick.

Oh, but you should get a load of this.

[Brook takes out his own phone (which, by the way, sports a pink case covered in cartoon bunnies), happily regained from the vending machine. It doesn’t take much swiping until he lands on this special girl.]

Got anything like that where you come from?