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[Someone's been having fun. The camera, unsteady at first as Mammon fumbles with it, tilts down to reveal the fruits of his day's labor spread out over his bed: he's combed through the vacated cabins and grabbed every personal item he can find. An unsurprising amount of it is clothes, but there's other stuff too: knives of several varieties, a typewriter with a stack of paper, nail varnish, knitting needles shoved into a skein of wool yarn, a shotgun, someone's notebook, what looks like a metal lacrosse set, and a truly giant fur cloak. Mammon's resting his head against this last one as he lounges on the floor, smiling like a cat who just stepped out of an aviary.]

Check out what I found! See anything ya like? [He takes a second to luxuriate in his haul, allowing the camera to linger on it.]

If ya do, I take cash. Don't have any cash? I might be willin' to trade if you got something worthwhile.

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[A beat. Is this girl for real?]

Y'know, currency? Coins, paper, bonds, is any of this ringin' a bell?

Not at all.

I take it this 'money' is akin to a placeholder commodity, traded in exchange for goods and services?

You make it sound boring like that. How is that possible?

Perhaps because it's boring.

[ She supposes it would be useful in regions where the most common commodities to trade were perishable goods, but otherwise struggles to see the point in it. ]

What is your favoured currency?

No it ain't! Name one thing better than money!

Usually Grimm, but I'll take Universal Credits here.

Just one?

If you have an example of either of those currencies show it to me, please. If you're lacking in both, describe the appearance and physical composition to the best of your ability.

Can't do it, can ya? [He sounds prematurely triumphant.]

Whaddaya need to see 'em for? Either you have 'em or you don't.

Friends. Family. Love. Intimacy.

[ The roll of her eyes is almost audible. ]

You can't create what you can't envision. [ Duh. ] So show me the concept and you can have your little currencies, then you will give me the fluffy cloak.

If you like free stuff, I guess...

[He sounds so skeptical. Why does no one here have their priorities straight?]

You do counterfeiting? [That's worth considering. Mammon mulls it over for a minute, considering. It's not as good as real money, but if it's up to par he can pass it into circulation and get some real high-ticket items he can resell on the next planet.] Yeah, you can show me what ya got!

I'm unfamiliar with 'counterfeiting'.

I've got nothing until you provide an example of what you'd like to have created as payment.

Ah, don't worry about what it means!

I don't have any. That's why I'm sellin' this stuff.

[ There is an audible, frustrated sigh. ]

Then is there aught of actual value that would suffice? Conductive metals? Conduit gemstones?

Hmm, yeah... I bet I could trade it for all the gold you can find.

That would be impractical.

Name an amount that would be reasonable within the available space of your quarters.

How much do you have?

I can have as much as I feel like having.

What are you, a thief? [Not that he cares if she is. Not as long as he gets that beautiful beautiful gold.]

Fine. You can have it for twice its weight in gold, sound good?

I am no thief—I am Amaurotine. We are taught such basic alchemy in primary school.

How much does that cloak weigh?

Alchemy doesn't work like that. [He sounds confident, but he probably shouldn't, given his own academic track record.]

It's pretty heavy for a cloak. Feels like about 12kg.

Of course it works like that. Alteration of inorganic material is the most basic of creation magic.

On which floor are you located?

Hah! Everyone knows creation magic's only for one guy.

But I wanna see your gold, so 5.

'One guy'? [ She actually laughs at that; incredulous. ] How utterly ridiculous! Everyone knows the only thing that cannot be created is a new soul.

I will be there within the next few moments.

...Sure they can. That happens every time a human's born. [What is this girl on? He won't look too hard as long as it results in gold, but seriously, could she be more wrong?]

And a human is born only if the star blesses them with a soul.

[ Which is, unfortunately, an exceptionally touchy subject for her.

Fortunately her own quarters are on the fourth floor, so she arrives on the fifth with time to spare and is more than ready to focus on her impending 'purchase'. ]

[That's all wrong and he stifles a giggle. Humans reproduce all the time and it has nothing to do with stars at all, but again, gold.

He's taking the opportunity to model the cloak, and despite how ridiculous he is, Mammon is great at modeling clothes. That cloak looks really cool.]

Are you the gold girl?

[ She shoots him an unimpressed look from beneath her mask. Her answer comes as she lifts a hand and snaps her fingers, causing four small gold ingots to materialize from the air in front of him. They hover for a half second before tumbling to his feet. ]

[As if Mammon would ever let gold slip through his fingers! He immediately grabs the ingots out of the air and brings them close to his face, examining them closely.

The Avatar of Greed knows gold. He knows it's genuine even before he rubs the ingots against his cheek like a contented cat, eyes closed and smiling wide.] Awwww yeah, that's what I like to see. Did you miss me? I missed you...

[Having been reunited with his true love, Mammon pulls the cloak off with a flourish and offers it to her.] Here you go! Come back if ya think of anythin' else you want, okay?

[ That is an admittedly discomfiting sight. Azem is reluctant to get nearer to the strange man, but she wants her cloak and so sucks it up. She increases her height as she crosses the distance between them, stopping when she reaches a size that will allow her to carry the cloak without it dragging across the floor.

Once she has the item in her grasp she holds it at a distance, as though it's been dirtied. She'll make sure to give it a thorough cleaning prior to using it herself. ]

There is nothing else I want. Thank you.

Enjoy your currency.

[ And she'll just... teleport away in a quick swirl of golden light. ]

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