Moptop and Jack handed their golf clubs back to the attendant behind the counter.
"That'll be thirty dollars for the metal and twenty-five for the wood," said the attendant.
"Do you want some money for this?" Jack asked Moptop, more out of desire to maintain social graces than to part with his cash.
"Uh...well, ye - I mean, I guess..."
"Um..." mumbled Jack, caught off guard. He started to fish through his wallet, even though he knew he didn't have enough to cover his share.
"Yeah, uh...when I go with Scallia, we usually trade."
"Well, Scallia is employed," observed Jack.
