[Fenton looked over in the direction she was pointing, and nodded.] Ohh.. okay, I see. A sort of "everything-and-the-kitchen-sink" kinda deal, huh?

[Fenton blinked, then scratched the back of his neck. Okay. The lack of money or bank account hit a spot close to home to Fenton, as things had improved for him only recently, relatively speaking. She also was apparantly younger than he was from the sound of it; it was a little difficult for him to accurately gauge the age of humans, being so new to them. Her pause held a lot of weight behind it, too. Fenton distracted himself by pulling out his wallet again, opening it up. Two fives and a ten. He paused, then pulled out the ten-dollar bill and held it out to Lydia. She'd find it very close to the American ten-dollar-bill she's familiar with... only with a duck-version of Hamilton on the front.]

Here. I don't know how much this amounts to in this place, but... hopefully it'll be enough to start an account, or get you a few items before you find a job. ... You could skip the bank and do the tried-and-true under-the-mattress option. Or the jewelry box, in your case. [He said that with a sheepish chuckle.]

...A rough moment? [Fenton asked this quietly, a little nervous to breach the topic. He didn't want to stir up any bad memories.]