[He quirks a brow, but looks more amused than offended. A hand reaches into his pocket in his coat, retrieving two small coins. They seem old and rusted, but give off a glinting, noticeable shine despite that.]
Are you saying you're making a customer pay for your own piece of pie? Isn't that backwards?
[He's holding out his hand to give her the coins, regardless. He may still be able to sense that oddness about her fluttering subtly beneath the surface, but Vincent ignores it. It's harmless, surely? It certainly hasn't been a threat yet, so he ignores it for now.]
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Are you saying you're making a customer pay for your own piece of pie? Isn't that backwards?
[He's holding out his hand to give her the coins, regardless. He may still be able to sense that oddness about her fluttering subtly beneath the surface, but Vincent ignores it. It's harmless, surely? It certainly hasn't been a threat yet, so he ignores it for now.]