[pffft. . . he rifles through the wallet as they walk, pulling out the ID (good) and a few currency bills, before he leaves everything in perfect place and tucks it into his pants pockets]

Yeah, yeah! Don't nag. I'll swing by the lost and found on our way out.

[with the ID in tact, it will swiftly find its place back to its rightful owner. he doesn't speak again until they've made their way to the back of the store, tucked in the aisle lined with boxes of puzzles]

. . . anyway. There's something I want to tell you.