Lenne was still baffled at the monetary system of the city, but why fight it? She kept a few leaves or gems on her at most times, just because it still felt so strange, almost rude, to pick something off a tree as you were entering a restaurant or store.

"Ah, here we are," Lenne surmised, reading the sign above the door of the Cafe Ersesat, and opened the door, motioning for Refia to enter. She knew how to be a gentleman when one was absent, or gentlewoman, rather.

"Anywhere in particular you want to sit?"