“Thanks.” As soon as she had both hands free, Sam retied her sweater around her waist. She stopped as she dropped the sleeves, considering, and then shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she checked the sweater pockets. Left outside, left inside, right inside---ah! This brief hunt (brought about by a sudden, sneaky stroke of inspiration) produced a very small bundle: a short stack of coins, wrapped in white wax paper. “I'd stay, chat, happily help you kill some more time... but a ride'll only wait so long, eh? Still, feels rude to just duck out, so accept this as an apology?”
She tossed the little roll to Will, gently, grinning on the inside. On the outside, she only smiled. “Or consider it a commission, and draw me a were-bear on that postcard, whatever. Just... spend it all in one place. Ideally, in a vending machine. They take Canadian change more reliably than shop clerks, y'know?”
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Date: 2018-03-26 01:58 am (UTC)She tossed the little roll to Will, gently, grinning on the inside. On the outside, she only smiled. “Or consider it a commission, and draw me a were-bear on that postcard, whatever. Just... spend it all in one place. Ideally, in a vending machine. They take Canadian change more reliably than shop clerks, y'know?”