Don't mind this.
"How can they cost that much?!"
"They foreign, no?"
"B-But! Who can even afford them?" Alfred scuffed the ground. He'd really been looking forward to a bicycle, but who in their right mind paid a million dollars?
The shop manager flinched at his comment. "We no sell bikes much…"
"Oh. Sorry." Alfred shifted uneasily now. He felt stupid. "But, maybe if you cut the prices back a little… a lot, people would buy your bikes?"
The manager seemed to think on this and Matthew stared at him in confusion. He didn't know much on how the humans valued objects with their dollars, but if Alfred was correct, then their trading system was seriously out of whack.
"Mar…"
"It's okay, Mattie, we'll get a bike somehow. And then you can ride in the basket and see the wind in your wool." He affectionately pat Matthew's fleece and Matthew bleated happily.
"Maybe you can ride bike?" The manager said suddenly. "Promote bikes."
"Er… Like advertisement?"
"Yes, yes! You ride bike in city and get customers!" The man was already around the counter and wheeling a shining red bike towards Alfred and Matthew. "You Pokémon ride too, seem friendly."
"A-Alright."
The manager shooed them out of his shop and Alfred promised to show off the bike and bring in customers for the man.