Huni Pi
Oops.
He stared back at her, surprised she would even come up with such a common, normal answer, before laughing. It caught him off guard that she would tie in something as everyday as Taxes and apply it to Deus.
"Oh dear no. We don't pay taxes here. Could you imagine the IRS department of Deus?! Oh dear - and just - like -- get your dorm audited." He laughed again at the thought.
"I'm sorry. It was just a cute thought. No. I'm broke for other reasons. I was going to raid the vending machine for you. That's all."