[Junpei tilts his head to give Charles a look, sideways, like excuse him? Those pockets produced a bottle opener and a notebook, like, twenty minutes ago? As someone who carries around maybe five bucks in a cheap wallet and nothing else, Junpei considers these pockets magic and endless. Maybe not literally.

But never mind that.]

Yeah, basically. But smaller, and you don't have to put anything into it—it's all digital. You can have all the Freddie you want.