The Repairman, confused, looked at the cash for a moment. Then it clicked.
“Oh,” he chuckled, sheepishly, “sorry. I go to so many places, y’know…?”
He reached into his hammerspace (which the shopkeep would see him digging into a pocket on his form in this case), and started pulling out currencies from a variety of worlds. A wide variety of coins (most of which were golden), other kinds of bills, candies, diamonds, and a few physical numbers came out. He even pulled out several pieces of scrap metal and what looked like glowing orbs.
He gave an embarrassed smile to Ravio.
“Sorry, could you excuse me a moment?”
He then began sorting through what he had, occasionally looking around as if he was trying to gauge a time period and genre. After about half a minute, he finally held out a couple of large blue diamonds and a bag of the most generic gold coins he could find.
“…Will these work?”
“…” Ravio watched him as he pulled out various types of currencies. They were definitely a bunch of junk in Ravio’s opinion. He’d see other kingdoms use coins but definitely nothing like these. What even was half this stuff crowding his counter? Regardless, none of it was anything he could really take. The exchange rate with rupees was pretty dismal. After a moment of watching, and feeling kind of bad for the…uh, guy?…as he struggled to find the proper way to pay, Ravio moved to the chest where he kept his till. He pulled out a red rupee, walking back to the counter and holding the elongated hexagonal crystal up for the other to see.
“This is what I take. Rupees. Do you have any of these?”
Upon seeing the rupee, the Repairman facepalmed. He realized how stupid it was to think those were just another weird fruit like those heart things.
“Gah!” he groaned, dragging his hand down. “Give me a minute.”
He gently put the bird on the counter and walked out. Within seconds, a loud roaring kind of noise could be heard just outside. There was the occasional sound of something scraping the side of a rock or building along with it, followed by some loud exclaim by the Repairman.
If this were a more modern world, Ravio would have recognized the noise as that of a weedeater.
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