>"So... because you're so poor you invented your own currency?"
>"T-That's n-not-!"
>"And to cash them in I need to head to the... TreaJudee department?"
>"I-It's actually pretty-"
>"And in exchange I get 10 buttons, some thread, and an extended line of credit?"
>Judee's face glows red as she struggles to say something, anything.
>You stare at the two coins for a moment. Made of wood and exemplary carving. Who made these?
>You pocket them, deciding the poor girl has enough problems as it.
>"It's fine Judee. It's... endearing." You guess.
>"I thought it was... cute." Judee mumbles softly, face downcast.
>Well now you don't know what to do. This whole 'Jubbloons' business was both sketchy and cringe from the start.
>But you really, REALLY don't want to be caught by Wendy with a sad Judee. She'd blame you straight way.
>She's be right, you internally sigh. This time at least.
>"A-Ahem," you clear your throat. "I guess I'd... like to turn these in?"
>"O-Oh." Judee responds before doing so again with renewed enthusiasm. "Oh! R-Right away!"
>The Troodon spins around and places a black cap on her head before presumably rummaging through a nearby box for your 10 buttons.
>"O-One minute sir!" Her voice is shifted in pitch.
>You wish Heather would come back from supervising Schizo's water break soon.