“Bed over a tent, tough decision,” Sebastian said immediately, rolling his eyes. “Of course we’ll have the room. Now, do you sell that alcohol to maybe slightly minors?”
It turned out Nova did.
* * *
“Wait, what did you pay with?” he demanded to know, elbowing his way past Ada and Sebastian (who didn’t like this pushiness one bit, and shoved back, almost knocking Nicholas over - though the subject of the shove didn’t seem to care one bit, too intrigued by this new train of thought) to grab Sophie by her shoulders. “Coins? Paper money? Bits of gold?”
“Why would I pay him with bits of gold?” Sophie asked, rolling her eyes and huffing, as if that would be the most stupid thing she had ever heard. She opened her mouth to give a more intelligent answer, and then snapped it closed again. Open and closed, like a fish gaping on dry land, then a contemplative frown and a fist placed on a mouth in a thoughtful fashion.
“I don’t know,” she finally answered, looking helpless, “I seriously have no idea.”

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