"Sounds more than fair," he answered, his grin widening at the chorus of disappointment behind them, "Makes me wonder what a twenty'll get." Before she could up the ante he leaned in for his three-second-but-actually-closer-to-ten-second kiss, pulling her into an embrace as he did so. When he stepped away, to audible grumbles from the line, it was to drop a fifty in the jar on the booth. It was for charity, after all. "You want the apple now or after you're done here?"