"What this?" He lifts a couple of the more distinctive bills from his wallet...which aren't really bills at all, but thin sheets of an electronically charged polymer.
"From D'Hoonib. A planet in Federation Controlled Space. Bar's bein' cute. She knows I got crap luck with dimensional travel."
He pockets his wallet after overpaying for their stuff, mutters "...keep it," to kid behind the till as he picks up the rather sizable bag of delectables and moves towards the door.
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16/10/15 19:19 (UTC)"From D'Hoonib. A planet in Federation Controlled Space. Bar's bein' cute. She knows I got crap luck with dimensional travel."
He pockets his wallet after overpaying for their stuff, mutters "...keep it," to kid behind the till as he picks up the rather sizable bag of delectables and moves towards the door.
Are they ready to go? Because Raph is.