"Hey look! Some maple tea, do you wanna get some Mattie?" Alfred says cheerfully, glad that his brother had come to visit him.
"Sounds nice." Matthew nods, going into the small store and placing his order. The two sit down and chat for a while before his order number is called, where he then goes to receive it.
"That'll be eight dollars." The cashier says, handing the drink over. Digging through his wallet with American dollars he had exchanged at the airport, Matthew finds himself unable to figure out just which one was which, due to all of them being green.
"Need help bro?" Alfred asks teasingly, a smirk on his face.
"Colour code your damn money!" Matthew screams for what feels like the first time in his existence, summoning a hockey stick out of nowhere and bashing Alfred over the head with it before finally finding the appropriate bills and handing them over to the cashier. He drags the now unconscious American out of the store while casually sipping his tea, much to the shock of everyone else in the store.