[Oh… that’s…

[Basil forces himself to nod. It’s polite. Acceptable. Money is hard to come by, even though there are some things nothing can pay for....]

Haha… M-maybe someday it could grow on trees, right…? [His grandma says that, sometimes. It didn’t help her.

[Basil wants that power, but he’s not sure how to say it. He falls quiet instead, still weaving his fingers between each other.]