Volex took a moment to smile as she inspected the small mouse.<br/><br/><i>She's no idiot. She's looking it over. Be honest now, you've made your meals worth...</i><br/><br/>Taking a deep breath he answer her question.<b>"Well that particular mouse will cost you 6 pounds and 13 pence. Copper is a tad harder to come by these days, especially with the shortage of it.  But I'll tell you know, if you maintain that little one it will probably outlive you and your children."</b><br/><br/>He smiled crossing his arms. He knew he wasn't the best craftsman at this trade, but he was the best in the lower end of the city. There were draftees who made mechanical peacocks for the rich. He'd seen then once a very long time ago, when he still lived in Canada.<br/><br/><b>"But if you don't happen to have any pounds on you I'd be happy to accost Canadian dollars if you have them. And in the extremely unlucky event this little one needs a repair you can bring him back to me, and I'll fix it up, good as new."</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>