[ Somehow that makes Roland slow down his eating, makes him chew a bit more thoughtfully. He allows a moment to pass, letting the clinking of their utensils fill up the silence, before he replies. ]

Not even from merchandise from your team? The...what was it? The Zanarkand Aces? Maybe an autographed ball from their star player? T-shirts with your face on it? [ He tries to recall it with a finger under his chin, genuinely wondering if there was a way to order official merch of a sports team. That was a thing even across dimensions, right? ]