[Quick dark eyes assess the man approaching, and Alex gives him a cheeky grin.]

Why, advice, of course. Like the sign says. [As he swings his feet off the booth, Alex folds the knife away and plants it in his pocket. With his other hand he reveals what he's been whittling by chasing a wooden nickle over his knuckles. He flips the the nickle up with his thumb, testing the weight, and then catches it.]

I'm not opposed to the receiving as well as the giving. Especially if I get my nickle back.