Shop Owner: What… what is this?

Blanca: Forty-eight cubids. Twenty-five spheres. Take it.

Shop Owner: But… this is more than yer day’s wages.

Blanca: Exactly.

Blanca: I need the job, not the paycheck. So here’s the deal: I pay you, you keep me on the books. I’ll stay outta everyone’s hair, do my own thing. Might even help out — if I feel like it.

Shop Owner: Ye want… to pay me to keep ye on the schedule?

Blanca: Yeah. Just give me like three shifts a week. Light and easy.

Blanca: Trust me, it’s a win for both of us.

Shop Owner: But why? What in blazes are ye-?

Blanca: Probably best you don’t ask too many questions, yeah?

Blanca: Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, old-timer.

Shop Owner: I… I s’pose not...