Strangely, Zack might actually grasp that having a job is like being a sweet pastry.

“A store,” he repeats, into being entire sure what that is, having only seen a baked goods stand so far. But he's sure some further inspection of this place will tell him a lot more. And he probably won't even need to ask too many dumb questions.

None of Zack's skills are transferable, alas; but he does agree that he wouldn't be willing to sell some of what he can do.

“I don't know. I'm gonna try to get home first, but maybe someone will want my kind of help.” He can fetch and carry for people, if nothing else.