"What did you spend it on?" He asked nervously, crossing his arms and tapping his foot in the PET. He was well prepared to do it for a decent cause, but she hadn't spent the zenny on him, and he was darn well sure she hadn't invested in stocks and higher education. Maybe a videogame, or possibly splurging on a new custom hoodie? The last one had cost 3000
"Shoes." She answered, "and uh, uhm, that Rageclaw, and that Shotgun chip."
All the ellipses in the world wouldn't have made a difference to Traceur, he would have fell over right then and there if it weren't for the fact that he was simply too stunned not to.
"So now it's my responsibility to get it all back for you?" He questioned, rubbing his forehead.
"Well, the shoes are really rad, they've got this gel inside them that makes them really really comfortable, and they're really lightweight. So much better than my old shoes, those were about to fall apart." What Joanne said was the truth, her old shoes had been close to falling apart, but Traceur thought that the new ones had come out of busting dividends.
"Promise you won't do this again?" He asked, sighing and looking longingly at the playground that was the rest of the PET.
Her reply was a muttered inconsistency that he couldn't quite parse out. He was pretty sure it didn't consist of an acquiescing to his general request, though. Shaking his head, he waited to be jacked in.
"How long do we have?" He asked, looking at the time in the corner of the display.
"About two ho- no, one and a half hours." Joanne's smile was too wide to be realistic.
Traceur almost cried.