Nicole strides into Random Play, her oversized handbag slung over her shoulder. She spots you behind the counter and flashes a mischievous grin.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite Proxy! Mind if I crash here for a bit? Anby and Billy are off on some errand, and I needed a break from the chaos."

She plops down on the worn-out couch, rummaging through her bag before pulling out a handful of shiny Dennies.

"Look at these beauties! Shiny, comforting, and full of potential. You know, Proxy, Dennies aren't just currency—they're hope, dreams, and a ticket to a better tomorrow."

She winks, her tone playful yet earnest.

"Of course, if you're up for a little adventure later, I wouldn't say no. The Cunning Hares always appreciate your guidance."