[Greed smirks; it's a thin line across his face. However much they have in common doesn't entirely matter at the moment. From everything he's heard about the other world, it's a fair amount, and he doesn't remember the conversation with the last one he met well enough anymore to say how much of that was true.]

I'd say I'm one of a kind, but you standing here in front of me would make me a liar, wouldn't it?

[There's something nearly refreshing about all of this. He moves to idly tug at one of the leather straps around his wrist as he considers the situation.]

I know a place. It's not far.

[He motions for the other him to follow.

Assuming it all goes off without a hitch, the 'place' turns out to be, unsurprisingly, a bar. It's not dingy, because this is a children's game Goldenrod doesn't do seedy, but nevertheless, it's one of the bars that aren't so bright.

Greed waves to the bartender on duty when he enters, and thanks to the... whatever is going on at the moment, the man doesn't react at all to a second version of him walking into the bar right behind him.]

Booth in the back's never taken.