Oliver was a little distracted again, first thinking of their antics in the bar's back room, then about the kilt. A kilt would probably only be one clothing item, which probably wouldn't be hard to get, but wearing it on its own wouldn't really have the same effect as a whole highlander outfit. And getting the whole outfit was more ecomonicly sound, especially considering it would probably come with things he could wear outside of all of the things he and Edwin would want to do while he was in it.
"You're gonna get it. The whole game put together and that damn fish," he predicted as he reached into his pocket with the hand that wasn't holding the rod and clicked to check the the prize list. Ten fish. He could get the socks the kilt, the billowy romance novel shirt. Did he actually need anything else? Could the rest of the slots be taken up with something useful? Maybe a fresh pair of underwear for himself and a fancy overshirt for Edwin?
He took a second to snap a picture of Edwin and Marco, then opened the little notepad app on his phone, starting to type out his lost when the rod tugged. He nearly dropped the device in surprise, managing to slide it into his pocket before he reeled the little critter in. Little was the operative word. He couldn't tell what kind of a fish it was at first glance, but if the object had been to catch dinner they'd definitely have needed a few more of his friends.