"What's money?"
Syris's question hung in the air, innocent and genuinely confused. It was a fair question. In the Beast World, you either hunted for what you needed, fought for it, or traded a pile of furs for it.
The concept of currency, of an abstract representation of value, was alien.
Roxy blinked. She looked at the blank stares of the three Kings and the one curious Basilisk. Even the triplets were looking at her with wide, expectant eyes, sensing that Mama was about to do something interesting.
"Oh boy," Roxy muttered. "We need visual aids."
System. I need a classroom setup. Chalkboard. Chalk. Pointer stick. Don't ask, just send it.
[System Notification: Educational Request Accepted.]
[Item Dispensed: The Professor's Kit (Basic).]
[Cost: 500 LP]
POOF.
A large, rolling blackboard stood on the rug, complete with a tray of multicolored chalk and a long wooden pointer. The men jumped. Kaelen raised his claws instinctively.
