David went to pay, paying close attention to how the clerk wraps his new goods, and as he is handed back change and his packages, he carefully brings it back to Henry, offering him what was left. Nope, he didn't have a clue about the pencil. He was fine as it was anyhow.

"Thank you, father." He said in a small voice, carefully glancing back to make sure he wasn't heard by the shop clerk. All things considered Henry was lucky to get him into a shop at all. General stores however were the hardest to get him into. Or at least the hardest to separate himself form Henry's leg.