"I just thought of something..." Alphonse says, his eyes on the wriggling form before it dissapears. "If we've all come from different places, how are we going to pay for anything? I doubt we all use the same kind of currency. "

He eyes his journal for a moment, searching for any sign of his brother and sighs when her isn't one. He types a quick response to a questioning comment then snaps the journal shut with a sigh. "If all else fails I can always transmute the blanket into a coat. Could make some other things too, it's easy enough if I had the materials to work with."