First Floor Lobby;Wednesday [10/17].

[white_oleander]

"I swear, Sidon," Astrid said, trying very hard not to sigh as she smoothed out a bill on the table where she sat with the Zora Prince and a crab he claimed to be Norman Babcock, "just...let me handle the money, okay? You're getting the bills all damp and then they either crumple up or stick together."

"Which wouldn't be a problem," Sidon offered with an apologetic smile, "if this place considered converting to a non-paper currency. That's the nice thing about rupees; they're hard, so it makes no difference if they get a little wet!"

"That's true," Astrid allowed, "but good luck fitting a pile of rupees into your wallet and into your back pocket."

At which point, Norman scuttled over to hand her another one of the bills, and she nodded. "Thanks, Norman," she said, smoothing that one out and setting it aside to dry with all the others.

And this was her life now. Sitting at table selling homecoming tickets, collecting court ballots, and discussing otherworldly currencies with a giant red shark prince and a ghost crab who used to be a boy. This school certainly had its ways of making her want to just give up on the idea that she'd ever had a grip on sanity to begin with.

[[ two wet bois modded with permission, lol ]]