"Oh, don't worry about money!" Grabbing Gourry's hand, Flonne tugged him over to the nearest tree. On closer inspection, its leaves were made out of fine, delicate metal and shimmery fabric. She plucked a few and put them in his hand. "The shopkeepers here accept almost anything as currency. Flowers and other plants are all fake and made out jewels here, for the most part."

She held up a finger, frowning. "But just make sure you dress the way they want you to, or they might deny you service! It's really quite rude..."