Mizu's big, childlike eyes stared unfaltering as if trying to deduce the nature of the woman's soul. "Um," she said again, the handful of bills feeling heavy and dangerous in her palms.

Mizu was conflicted. The staff member was saying that she got free money because she was the 10,000th customer, but the whole thing smelt of a trap, even to her unperceptive self.

"Are you sure? This isn't stealing or anything?" she choked out, her hands curled around the deeply offensive notes, the cogs turning in the girl's brain as she tried to work out whether she should run away at full pace or take the money because this was a totally normal situation. 

City folk were weird.