No-name guy follows Z, looking over his shoulder in bewilderment a few times.

"Uh. Uh." He swallows then blurts out, in one breath, "Didyoucleanmywholeapartmentallbyyourselfovernight??"

"Oh, yeah, I did. Did you like it? I hope none of the bottles had sentimental value, I can find them if they did but it'd be a bit of work."

What do you even say to that. "They didn't."

"Cool, cool. Do I get a name, now?"

"...what?"

"Yours," he clarifies. "Am I allowed to know your name, now?"

"John."

"Nice to meet you, John, I'm Z."

John cracks a smile. "You said. And your twin is Nai."

"Oh, you remembered! Wasn't sure how much you'd retain, you were pretty far gone."

"Nahh, been worse. ...feelin' the lack, though. Don't suppose you could buy me some more?"

"Yeah, sure." He reaches into a pocket to grab a credit chit and tosses it to John.

Who fumbles and doesn't catch it but then plucks it off the ground. "...this is a credit chit," he observes.

"Mmhm. Passcode's oh-nine-oh-oh-eight."

"You're just. Giving me this???"

"Lending you this. I expect it back later."

"I could just run away with it. Or spend it all on booze."

"Nah, I trust you."

".................why."

"Got a feeling about people. Anyway, Dennis will be waiting for me, I'll catch you later."

"...bye."

Dennis only spends another hour at the market, though, and on the hour a tiny old lady named Mearii passes by on a tiny electric two seater to collect the money he earned and take it to the bank.

"So you do this hourly?" he asks her from the other seat where he's helpfully carrying the money for her in several bags.

"Ev'ry two hours," she replies.

"And people are just fine handing you their credit chits so you can deposit their money for them?"

"I don't like your implications, young man."