[Wifi next to the library, on a...borrowed (yes, borrowed's a good word) laptop.]

[getyourjumpon]

Excjse me, dI

Pardojmn e, DFK

(--oh, Asura's tits, whoever designed this thrice-damned keyboard obviously didn't have the gauntlet-wearing knight's needs in mind.

Where's that wrist release catch--Pray, pardon the intrusion. Would anybody be so kind as to broker an exchange for what passes for the local currency? The comestible dispensation

Comments

[youllgoblind]

You could kick it.

[getyourjumpon]

It's not my...food...dispensation box. I'm not kicking it.

[youllgoblind]

Sometimes the money gets stuck inside, or it'll turn without dropping the snack out. And sometimes a bit of physical persuasion is enough to make it work again. You should try it!

[getyourjumpon]

Brock, my gil wouldn't even fit in the slot. The one next to the picture of a Moogle putting a coin into the box.

[youllgoblind]

I don't think you're supposed to put Gil in the slot. I didn't even know he was into that sort of thing...

[getyourjumpon]

...what?

[youllgoblind]

...uh, nevermind.

Here, have a quarter, that should work. Just...don't...put anyone in there, okay?

[getyourjumpon]

[There's a long moment, Kain blinking, then, said slowly and hesitantly, as if speaking too quickly will send Brock to jabbering in tongues again--]

Thanks. I'll, uhh. Take that advice under serious consideration.

[Kain fumbles around in his satchel. After a moment, he extracts--

--oh hey, that's a shiny piece of gil.

Kain assays it with his eye for a moment, before snapping it into four roughly equal portions. He hands it back to Brock.

It's...really, really shiny.]

This should do.

[youllgoblind]

*oooh, shiny objects~ ...what was I thinking about again?*

Oh! Wow! You didn't have to give me all this! ...What is it?

[getyourjumpon]

It's gil. See, this is what we on my world call "money."

[youllgoblind]

Ohhh... Are you sure you don't need it? I mean, it's so shiny, it must be really valuable.

[getyourjumpon]

But you traded me, right? Coin for coin. I don't do debt.

[youllgoblind]

Well...if you say so. Thanks a lot, sir!

--Oh! So, did you get your snackcake?

[getyourjumpon]

...don't call me "sir." I lost the right to--you shouldn't--

[Cutting himself off, Kain stalks over to the vending machine. He peers at it from beneath the hood of his helmet.]

Hnh. Apple or lemon? The eternal dilemma.

--Brock? Would you like one, as well?

[youllgoblind]

Ah--okay, Mr. Highwind. If it's your first time, you should probably take them both. That way, you can't go wrong...not that you can go wrong with a Tastykake!

[getyourjumpon]

[Nodding, Kain keys in for two krumpets. The machine spits them out. He weighs them in the palm of one hand for a long moment, then--

--he throws them high overhead, describing a clean arc; a bluuuuuuuuuuuuur as Kain moves from here to there, spear cleaving the air, and then--

--behind him, falling like cherry blossoms: each krumpet, sliced cleanly in two.

O, poser.

Wordlessly, he hands one half of each to Brock.]