"Finally, nom--" Whiskey took on another bite, "An envelope, 2 pac-, I mean 3 packets of potato chips, I don't have any loose change for that amazingly helpful honor system~" Whiskey stated sarcastically, taking another packet of potato chips from the shelve, putting a 300G coin on the table. [i]Better to have a bit food supplies, just to play it safe~[/i]

Meanwhile, a gust of wind entered the Library, blowing away her mom's letter, sending it flying off the windows, then littered along the streets.