"Emily!  Could you try buying this salad from me?  Shouldn't do anything to your G, just send it from 0 to 0, but let me know if anything does happen and we can undo things!"

"You don't have a cash register! A transaction needs a cash register or at least a shipping crate. You can't use the register that belongs to the Saloon, only Gus and I can do that!"

"...hmm.  Could you use this cash register to buy the salad from me?"

"Jeepers. Let me try."

"Sorry, nope."

"Does this shop sell anything that I could leave in the crate outside my house for the mayor to turn into money."

"Yes, I think so... All of the food and drinks I sell here can be resold in the crate, but not the recipes."

"You'll only get 50G on your 100G though, so probably not a get-rich-quick scheme."

"Oh, absolutely not.  Not getting rich quick at all.  What's the most expensive item you sell here?"

"For food items today's special is the fish taco at 1000G. I can also sell you the recipe to make a triple shot espresso for 5000G."

"Not saying that it wouldn't be worth half a kitchen but no!  Emily, how would you feel about buying 999 fish tacos from this fellow?  With the intent that you then drop it in the crate behind my farm.  I'm not quite sure what you want from life, but if it's something I can buy from the shops here with... about half a million G... I'd be happy to get it for you when the shops are open.  If this works."

"Oh gosh. I mostly love cloth and wool, to sew with, and gems, because they're so pretty and sparkly. But you can't buy any of those things around here. It's more complicated than that."

"But I'd be willing to try it anyway, if it's okay with Gus? Maybe just 10... instead of 999? Because what if something goes horribly wrong? I don't want any of us to be in debt forever."

"Very valid.  We can scale it up if it appears to work at first with no problems!  Never any problems later if at first there appear to be no problems!  That just doesn't happen ever!  Let's go!"

"I would try it. I guess I don't mind saying out loud that the Saloon hasn't been doing so well..."

Gus shoots another look at Pam.

"And I wouldn't mind getting in on the action if this works. Let's try it."

Emily goes around to the customer side of the bar.

"Ten tacos, please, Gus!"

Clint looks thrilled that Emily keeps walking by him every time she goes around the bar.

More self-awareness than he expected from Gus, to notice there's an action here to be gotten-in on... and is that smile from Clint manic enough to be indicative that he's noticed anything?

Oliver waits to observe the result of the taco order.

Emily is holding a stack of ten plates of fish tacos!

Perhaps someday poets will sing of how the new world began with a taco order.  If so, Oliver would find it endlessly delightful to impose this state of affairs on reality and force everyone else to deal with it.

He kinda wants to see somebody holding 999 of something, but, later.

"Excellent, Emily.  Shall we go put the tacos in the crate?  Anyone here who's noticed that something weird or unusual seems to happening, feel free to follow in the procession."

"Emily normally closes up, but I'll cover it tonight. You go ahead, Emily."

Clint is very unsure what to do. Oliver's farm is in completely the opposite direction of the Blacksmith shop. If he follows them, can he pass it off as curiosity about the tacos?

After they drop off the tacos, can he gallantly offer to walk Emily home?

Oh Yoba, what would he say to Emily on the walk?

Ahhhhhhhh

"I think I'm going to hit the hay! Ha!"

"Let me know how it turns out."

Elliott downs the last swig of his apricot wine.

"I will bid you all adieu this eve, and wish you good fortune!"

He salutes and strolls out of the saloon after Marnie.

"Shall we?"

She's looking at Oliver.

"Let's shall!"

Out of the TARDIS-tavern!