Ah, but how is he going to play a game if he's the only one with a deck? He'd need an opponent for that, wouldn't he?

"Is something the matter?" Sam turns toward the boy while Dragonite continues to glare. It really doesn't like the vibes it's getting off the near-stranger. "You can pet them, if you like." Dragonite turns toward its master, expression both surprised and pleading, as if to say 'What? Don't let that jerk touch me!'