Eleven was confused. Had he just been picked up as the Companion on someone else's roadtrip?
"...so that's how this feels," Troy grinned, but accepted the donut and beckoned Mickey into the house. "I'll need my wallet. I could try to talk my way across the border, but having the proper identification makes it easier. What's in Mexico -- ah, besides the obvious?"
The wallet was on a table just inside the door. Troy pulled out a receipt, scrawled a note for Jean (gone to Mexico, have my mobile), and took a breath. Adventure time!