Enoch watched Newton dig into his wallet with a growing understanding that they were actually going to be there all day. A twenty hit the counter, followed by a fistful of quarters, and then two fistfuls of nickels. Diligently, Newton began to count, separating things into small heaps as he went, while the teller looked on with a frozen, polite smile.

"Just get a credit card!" Enoch shouted eventually.

"Bah," Newton snorted. "Glorified IOUs. I would never have allowed people to get away with credit."