[color=#FF2E00]“She wants two bricks of what now?”[/color] Avelyn didn’t recognize the word, but assumed it wasn’t the Rau’ve term for cocaine. [color=#FF2E00]“Keep the receipt, demand to be paid back.”[/color] Since they were supposed to be her crew, shouldn’t she technically be responsible for keeping them stocked and not the other way around?

[color=#FF2E00]“Can always get more money in a place like this.”[/color] Avelyn flexed her fingers when the issue was brought up. [color=#FF2E00]“And if Finn doesn’t want to…”[/color] she didn’t want to say ‘steal’ out in public, [color=#FF2E00]“Redistribute... anything himself, another distraction is always welcome.”[/color] Before she was taken, stealing was a necessity. And by necessity, she became good at it. Now, she could read minds, make people see things that weren’t there and move things with her mind. Now, it was [i]fun[/i]. Perhaps that said something unfavorable about her as a person, and the fact she didn’t quite care probably said even more. But what the Hell, she had to eat and some people had enough to lose a few dozen credits and keep going. Meet four or five of those people and viola, 100 credits to spend on food. Math.

Finbarr’s comment about Iris and diabetes brought a smile to her face. [color=#FF2E00]“Aye, diabetes and about 80 extra pounds.”[/color] She added her own two cents, [color=#FF2E00]“Keep it up and we might have to load you through the cargo ramp when we reach the ship.”[/color]

She continued to wolf down the contents of her plate, listening to Ashton’s stock trading shenanigans until he showed them a number that had more digits than an average hand, dropping her fork in astonishment as she tried to figure out how many decades it would take her parents and her average weekly take to make that sort of money. She gave up not even halfway. Was it really [i]that easy[/i]?