"No way, today's joke has already been told," Gaven refused without hesitation. He now could not access the internet; his stored knowledge was finite, yet the Red Copper Dragon's demand for it was limitless. He absolutely could not set a precedent.
He had agreed to one joke per day, and he would only try to help reduce that number, never increase it.
Clearly, Aivensa was also one to count every penny, quibbling over the matter, "When was today's joke told? Earlier we were just chatting, and at that time, I had not yet accepted your employment. That doesn't count, absolutely not."
"Earlier doesn't count, but when we discussed the commission, we mentioned one about a greedy rich man—that one counts," Gaven helped her recall.
"What? That was just normal conversation, how could that count?" Aivensa looked incredulous.
"As long as it's a joke, it counts. It can't be that I have to come over every day to tell you a joke for it to count."
