[ Flynn blinks as he absorbs that knowledge, reaching out to pick up one of the little glittering stones. It's nice, he supposes, as rocks go: the kind Ted liked to collect for a while, made smooth by waves and time with little flecks glinting here and there. ]

Does it have to be this specific kind of rock, or.... just any rock?

[ If it's just any rock then anyone could just find that, and that would be hard to form actual currency from. Then again, it would also mean that the amount of money you have is directly proportional to how many cool rocks you can find, which he supposes would eliminate a lot of the Lower Quarter's problems. If Hanks could have just gone rock hunting for a while...

Huh.

So strange. ]

Well, thank you for finding all this. Did it take a while to locate? You were gone for such a long time.

[ Setting the rock back down—still shirtless, still with a little skeleton clinging to his shoulder—Flynn goes to pull the knives from the drawer he stashed them in. They'll want a knife block or something, but that's for the future. ]

The kitchen definitely hasn't been occupied for a long time. I really had my work cut out for me.