310...well, that wasn't exactly dirt cheap, but is was better than anywhere else around here. Sighing, Anthony walked back out of the door, rummaged through the bags on his motorcycle and brought out a wad of cash. Counting out 310, he shoved the last few tens in his wallet. Entering the coffee shop once again, Anthony placed the wad of 310 on the counter. Then, motioning towards the apple pies he spoke again.

"How much for a slice of apple?"