Ligma!?!

From staring in confusion to cheerfully nodding, the weaselkin crew accelerated its efforts once more. 

"What's this about leaving a tip?" Dezlo pretended to scoff. "You were the one who haggled the price of the setup into the tent's discounted purchase price."

"Yeah, as a way for Rent-a-Slave to apologize for that fiasco earlier," Rizz retorted. 

"By the way, I love the new bling. You should let me try it on. After all, gold is the new green. And no one rocks green better than a goblin." 

Dezlo blinked a few times. Yet he didn't step away or decline. 

"I'll allow you to briefly hold it. After you cough up the tip for my crew." 

"Deal!"

C-cough! COUGH! Cough…

When Rizz threw his hands over his mouth, the weaselkin manager wasn't sure how to react. However, a glimmer of gold appeared in Rizz's hands the next second in front of a cheesy, chuckling grin. 

"Here you go. One big cough of gold!"