Grand

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Hah. Hah. Very funny," said Lucas.

Penny plopped down on the grass next to him, scrutinizing her friend.

"Well?"

"I'd rather be alone."

Penny shrugged. She leaned back while sitting, propped up by her elbows.

"I need money."

"Why?"

"I lost it at the game yesterday."

She sighed. I told you not to go anymore. "How much?"

"A grand, give or take a a hundred."

"I guess you'd need more than a penny for your thoughts then."

"Hardy har har."