âMy guy, you are overpaying for your bread.â I tell the being in front of me, getting a hissed out sound that could be a laugh, could be a death rattle. There are six sourdough loaves on the counter, unbagged and still a little warm from the oven. Itâs four-forty-five AM, and sunrise is in thirty minutes.
âUnless this is a trick coin that disappears when the sun rises.â I muse, looking down at the very suspicious *solid gold* coin sitting on my counter. Itâs happened before. âIâll go get the scale I guess.â I say, resigned, and head back to the office where I keep the box of jewelers-grade tools for this kind of thing.
If the coin is real, it certainly is heavy enough to be Significant. Itâs nearly two ounces of solid gold.
âLook.â I say, sighing as I look up the days gold prices. âIf I take this coin as a solid piece, *and* itâs genuine through a year and a day, Iâll take the value and set you up a tab so that you donât have to pay every time. Human money isnât worth as much as this any more, and itâs not fair to overcharge you for *bread*.â I tell it.
The coin is worth over five thousand dollars in modern human American currency. Thatâs absolutely going to be a pain to explain to the IRS.
A chittering sound like birds in the dark. Agreement, probably. Should be anyhow, my refusal to cheat anyone has been the reason these strange beings show up more and more often.
âSo I canât make change for this.â I tell the being. âIâll add it to the Vault, get it appraised once Iâve got it authenticated, and in the meantime you can have as much bread as you want.â I say, and the bread vanishes into the things robes, to a very loud chirping storm that is silenced when the robes fall back into place.
âPleasure doing business.â the being says in a voice that isnât human, is very much *not* human and I donât want to ask further. âWe will return. The wild seed rolls are delightful.â it says in six different voices, and I grin and nod.
âCome back on Thursday.â I tell them. âIâve been experimenting again, and I think the sunflower and pumpkin seed rolls are ready to go live. Weâve got the drop scheduled on instagram and tiktok!â I tell them, and they whistle a chirpy tune as they pull a cell phone out of nowhere and scan my code that I had etched into the counter so that I didnât have to make business cards. Even the eldrich have smartphones these days, and itâs just easier to have something available that they donât have to touch to get what they want, since some rules still say that they must offer something of equivalent exchange and cannot take gifts. Like a business card.
Itâs not easy running a bakery, and nobody else will work the witching hours, but itâs a lot of fun. Iâd had no idea that so many *interesting* beings also loved bread as much as I do. I turn from waving to the strange being, and I move to check out my next customer.
Who is absolutely not three gnomes in a trench coat. Absolutely not. That would be absurd. They want three sandwiches, three giant cookies, and three coffees. Canât be three gnomes in a trench coat though.
The rubies they pay with are very pretty though, and I consider again how hard it would be to find a jeweler who didnât ask questions. A ruby necklace would be a lovely way to turn the gems and gold into cash for the business account.
I reload the gnomes tab, and they leave with their sandwiches and coffee and cookies, and I throw in a pack of ginger snap cookies for them to try too, since they always leave me good reviews on the local facebook pages.
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