Aurin is on the communication crystal with Mial, mid-whine about his most recent breakup (he liked this one!), gradually becoming less deaf to attempts to change the subject, when the crystal abruptly goes dead.
One of the people notices him watching and watches back.
"It's pretty all four syllables, why would I want to pick a nickname?"
"People-watching. Taking a break from trying to find a decent currency exchange. It's a nice day for a walk."
"I have some gold and silver, but while there was not a sign about it in the grocery store, I bet they don't take it. And I'd like to pay back the guy who loaned me twenty bucks."
"You're right, they do not take gold and silver at the grocery store," she agrees. "What kind of gold and silver, specifically?"
"I mean, how pure and in what form? Coins, jewellery, decorative trinkets?"
"Entirely pure, and shaped like this," he pulls out one of his pried-off elbow scales, "except most of them probably aren't bent like this, and they're various sizes."
"You know what," she says, examining the scale, "I bet I could help you out."
"Really? Can you give me better prices than the WE BUY GOLD place, because I already tried them."
"Cool." He reaches into his kangaroo pocket and pulls out his little bag of scales. He drops his elbow scales into the bag. "Looks like about an even mix of silver and gold but the biggest ones are gold," he hmms. "I haven't weighed it yet."
"My aunt will probably want to buy them, and if she doesn't she'll know somebody who will."