You walk to the counter, trying to ignore the allure of the heckin’ wholesome fidget toys on the shelves as you go.
You and Cobbert set your drinks in front of Cobson and pull out your wallets to give him the money. The total is an eye-watering, dream-shattering 75 dollars: 55 for the Creamlent and 20 for the Sproke.
You bite back your rage. Normally, you would kill over this. But the meds are still flowing through your body, and so you pay up.
Cobbert paid for most of it, but in the end both of you spent all your money, except for one singular quarter remaining in your wallet. And in this economy, a quarter will get you absolutely nothing at all.
<Is that all?
Yeah.
<Would you like to donate to the Lesotho Buy-A-Goat charity today?
You pause.
WILL you be a decent human being and spend your last quarter on a good cause?
