Rarity stared out at the ocean as she wait for him to dry off, holding the clothing over her gently crossed arms. "No, I'm afraid not," she said. "It is a beautiful, pleasant place, however. Everything is free, or for trade. We work and share, there is no money." She tried to explain simply for his sake. It was always so difficult to hear that information upon arrival. She rather wished she could take it back.
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