He considered that for a moment. He'd say volunteer work sounded pointless if you weren't getting paid for it, but that would have made him a hypocrite. He'd been Henrietta's biggest recreational forger, after all, and he could think of numerous times he'd refused to accept payment. He'd had enough money, back then.

"Drugs, street racing-" which he figured was especially out, given the looks of this place so far "-parties. I've always been into forgeries." None of those seemed like they had a place here, either.