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"That's my oldest daughter....."

"Then tell her to go find my tobacc pipe that was taken bout a year back." He then jangled his coin purse "could help ya"

"How much is in the coin pouch? I don't do stuff for free," Claude said.

"23 gold and a few odd silver and copper" he tossed the pouch to dreal. "Don't believe me? Have you dad count it"

"Are children usually this adamant to get their hands on dangerous substances for you organic bodies like alcohol? "

"It was a gift from my mother" he gave chimerus a look "and yes we 'organics' like it. Helps us forget or not stress"

The prime frowns, seemingly confused. "Don't organic lifeforms have other ways of stress relief though?"

"we do, but...let see how to put this...say you were given a highly concentrated piece of energon, from someone who you care deeply for. Now have that person go god knows where and you can't find them, now that one reminder of them you have is forcefully taken away because of your age.....how would you feel? Hmm?"

Being the logical being that she is, she is still confused. "We don't usually use energon as a... Souvenirs. It would have been consumed as fuel most likely, as for the age.. Well, I'm over 9 million years old, it's highly unlikely. I'm sorry, I just don't see the sentiment. "

"It's money. Why wouldn't I know how to count?" Claude took the pouch from Drael and immediately started to count it. "Money is truly the best thing in the world. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for 20 bucks," she said with a grin.

He grumbled quietly "an upgrade then, and they said you needed to be a few mill older. How bout that"

He perked up his tails wagging "then you'll find my mom's ivory pipe!? And give it back to me?" He stood up and scrambled to the bar and clambered onto a stool

"You'd do anything for a twenty...? Reminds me of stuff the men around my unit would say."

He glared at Claude and pointed at her as if issuing a silent reprimand.

"The only thing I'd do for a twenty is knock down the genocidal people in Europe and Asia as I did for the longest time."

"Of course, I've done tracking jobs before, Sugah." Claude stashed the coin pouch in her leather jacket pocket and went into the back. After a while, Claude came out coughing heavy due to her asthma and a ivory pipe in her hand. She handed it quickly to Michael then used her inhaler to relieve the coughing. "The old '20 dollas is 20 dollas' thing? I haven't recall a time where I didn't hear it," she said to M1917 with a giggle.

"Sorry, Pops. Money is money", she apologized to her father.

Onyx snatched it out of clauses hand faster than he's ever moved and was by the fire place in a blink. "Ylno more judging and no more stopping me" he thumbed his pipe full and lit it. He puffed contentedly, blowing out blue smoke "thanks again Claude, your a goodie"

Would pull him into her lap, yawning a bit and stretching, putting out the pipe "you know as long as he does not smoke, you cannot take a family heirloom from him"

"Ma'am... He just did smoke... "