"More's the pity," Ritchie joked lightly. Most of his crowd tended to be overly artsy, if anything.
Ritchie quirked an eyebrow in curiosity as American pulled out a small device, and held it out for him to see what was happening on the tiny, bright screen. He stared in confusion, even as it was placed down in front of him. At first, he didn't even dare touch it in case it exploded, or he broke it. He definitely couldn't afford to replace something like that.
"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed after a moment's staring. "That's insane. What are you, a drug dealer or something? A pimp?" he asked, really not meaning any offense by it at all, he just couldn't imagine how else someone could afford such a bit of kit.
"How is it... it's tiny, how can it be a computer?" he asked, very carefully touching it, turning it over, examining it but not really sure what he was meant to do with it. "We only just got a phone, an it's attached to the wall, and my mum had to pay the installation fee..." he told him, for some reason it was just what popped into his head, and it was so ridiculous in light of what he was holding that it made him laugh.
"Okay..." he pushed the phone back across the table. "So, was it always 2021 and I'm... mental, or... is this some Doctor Who shit?"