Yay. They will sleep in the woods again, since she doesn't exactly feel financially secure.

"I said I want to live in the red place!"

"Yep. Once we can afford it that sounds awesome. Right now we cannot afford it."

"What does that mean?"

"It means they want to not have us around more than they want this much money."

"You didn't ask them!"

"I didn't need to because I can guess because that place is fancy and this is almost no money. I'll ask them when we have more."

"Why wouldn't they want us around?"

"You cause constant property damage and throw tantrums over not getting whatever you want the minute you want it. And both of us smell, since we have been sleeping in the woods."

Segda sniffs.

"To live in a nice place you have to seem like a nice sort. We don't, right now. With enough money we will but it will take a lot of money."

"Money is dumb."

"I think it's pretty good. Better than having to make all the right friends to have a place to live."

"We don't have a place to live, we're sleeping in the woods."

"I noticed. Once we have money we'll have a place to live."

"Why didn't you do more things to get money? You did two. You said you could do more than that."

"People have to be interested. We started late today, I bet there'll be more interest if we're out there all day."

"Oh."

"Also the language spell is nearly out." Sigh. "Sleep tight, okay?"

"Tight?"

"It's a saying. I think it means, like, 'cozily'. All tightly wrapped up in a blanket."

"Do you have blankets?"

"No."

Segda finds a relatively comfortable bit of forest floor. It sleeps.

Good for it. Iris does too, eventually.