"What do you mean that we are free? Look at this sack! Do you think it is big enough to cover my student loans?" A gnome yelled at Anita, who just shrugged.
"No, but it is enough to cover your taxes," she placed a delicate hand on the sack, the gnome tugged, Anita tugged, a Shih Tzu looked up from its place on top of a pillow near the fireplace, wondering when it will get its daily dose of belly rubs.
"Look here you! I dug out that gold by myself!" There was more than a little pride in the gnome's voice. Anita's lips tugged up on their own accord.
"Yes, you did. I tell you what, you leave half of the gold for the taxes, and start a business with the other half," she tugged the sack as well, the gnome actually let her have it.
"Thank you," the green-haired man said, as he bowed his head. "And… sorry for singing at 4 a.m. the other day. You know how the painkillers make one feel. I… I know you don't like it."
