"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."

"No, no, I don't mean it that way, I just mean that most people are sort of not very trusting of others."

"I been doin' this forty years now. Ev'ryone knows me. And they only give me deposit chits."

"How do you even remember whose bag is whose?"

She gives him a look. "I been doin' this forty years now, young man."

"...fair enough. You're very good at what you do."

She grins toothily. "I been doin' this forty years now," she repeats a third time.

"And you get a cut of the money you handle?"

"Mm."

"You work for the bank itself?"

She shakes her head, making a sucking sound with her dentures. "No. Don't trust them snakes half 's far 's I can throw 'em. And that's not v'ry far."