Something like amusement flickered over Ven's face then, but it was nonetheless a respectful look. Robin certainly had things together despite being dumped here the same as everyone else; it was exactly the kind of levelheaded reaction and preparation that Ven would have expected from his friends and master. It was a bittersweet reminder, but his smile stayed.

"Huh," he said thoughtfully, "I haven't really thought that far ahead, now that I think about it. I was just going to focus on training, but..." He glanced sidelong at Mograe. "I guess there's more to it than that. Like finding another weapon." He didn't plan on hanging up his Keyblade, of course, but he would need to learn his way around a spear, and maybe more if he acquired more jobs later, as others had explained. With a shade of clueless in his expression, Ven looked up at Robin. "Do you normally just -- buy weapons somewhere? Can you do that?"

Tactician, meet sheltered child.

Even Mograe facepawed behind Ven's shoulder.