"It's been a while since I was a kid, Parker. All I know is I've seen those things everywhere." He'd seen more than one kid, both boys and girls, steadily staring at the handheld games. At the airport, the stores, waiting in lines. She also had a good point. Nate had probably gotten him one already.
A testament to his own well hidden dysfunction, the pocket knife idea wasn't looking all that bad. It didn't hurt to be prepared and made more sense than a circular saw. He could imagine the look on Nate's face when the two of them showed up with that present. As Parker's PDA went off, he leaned against one of the display racks, looking in the opposite direction.
More clothing, housewares, automotive. Not helpful. Eliot looked back at Parker when she spoke up again, an eyebrow rising. "Yeah." He pushed away from the rack and followed after her, shaking his head at the casual way that she mentioned throwing knives at people. "Counter at the back of the department would be where you'd find them." With an employee that'd be watching the two of them like hawks.
He sidestepped a couple of treadmills before rejoining Parker. "Maybe look at a few pocket knives while we're at it."