Lex actually sits on the fountain, its waist-high lip setting him at that angle enjoyed by short people and cats. Not that he could be taller than Thranduil without opting for like, climbing gear, but the point is it neatly deters any new clots of money-throwing children forming.
"Good question," he muses, pulling his legs up to cross them in front of him and prop an elbow on each knee. He could just say obviously it can't, inasmuch as he is Mannish (human? imaginably so), but--he's exceptional, thank you. "More charitable to say it's Orlesian, I think." ...is that really more charitable. "Considering for starters the caprice is an innately Orlesian thing."
Thranduil is a behemoth of an elf; let us loosely assume Lex has enough information about the Inquisition to make a reasonable guess he is not, as they say, from around these parts. "Symbolic money," he summarizes on that account, "coins whose only value is to be thrown away."
dghsf haha thank you! dries your tears gently.
"Good question," he muses, pulling his legs up to cross them in front of him and prop an elbow on each knee. He could just say obviously it can't, inasmuch as he is Mannish (human? imaginably so), but--he's exceptional, thank you. "More charitable to say it's Orlesian, I think." ...is that really more charitable. "Considering for starters the caprice is an innately Orlesian thing."
Thranduil is a behemoth of an elf; let us loosely assume Lex has enough information about the Inquisition to make a reasonable guess he is not, as they say, from around these parts. "Symbolic money," he summarizes on that account, "coins whose only value is to be thrown away."