"Why are we doing this?" Aaron rolled his eyes as Alexander handed over 9999 gold for one spider donut. One.
The scared Donut guy behind them twitched and moaned. Joining him was a tempting prospect.
Alexander stowed away his purchase. "I'm hungry. And you're looking just peachy." He did an impressive impression of Aaron's serious expression. "Besides, we had extra money from the Temmie Village shopkeeper—"
"Wall Street crook," Aaron muttered under his breath.
"—and remember when we were eating our horses?" Alexander said lightly, "Excuse me." Blue eyes flashing (maybe he had heard Aaron after all), he turned on his heel and headed east.
(Years later, as a nameless New York lawyer, Aaron would hear of another Hamilton's generosity.)