With a smile and a shake of the head, Syaoran closed the journal and stood up. "It's okay, really. I have plenty of money from my travels anyway. It'll be my treat... as long as they accept it."

Money... That was to be a growing problem, wouldn't it? In the past, Syaoran and the others had gotten jobs to survive. This city shouldn't be any different, right? It was just a matter of searching in all the right places. The boy did not have a problem searching through the map but it did not say what establishments required extra help or not. Perhaps they could check when they were getting food... where ever that was...

"So... where did you say you'd like to go again?"