He wanted to protest the gift on the basis that he had more money than he knew what to do with, and was probably starting to hoard it to the point that it was leaving general circulation to take up space in the Slate's memory, but the look on the woman's face... he couldn't tell her no. It looked like it'd damn near make her cry if he did.
"Thank you, really, thank you so much," he said, watching her pack that set up with an almost ridiculous amount of love and care. "How much for the rest?"