He blinked staring at the money. Then he sighed. He slid one of each color into various places on his person, the things seeming to almost vanish into his clothes without the advantage of hamner space. He handed the rest back with a sigh. "It's no fun that way," he said. "Seriously, you sure you weren't born here in Auradon?"

"Boreadon," Freddie said with a snort. "And if you don't wan't the money, I'll take it. I'm not picky, pity money is still money."