You were a scam artist from the lower city area of the Crème Republic. It wasn't exactly an honest living, but it was enough to get by. You'd be surprised how many rich upper city cookies would fall for such things if done right.

One afternoon you were doing your usual thing, having set up a nice stall of dazzling but incredibly fake jewelry in the upper city market. They looked real enough to anyone who wasn't experienced with such things, so you weren't all that worried.

To your surprise, the Consul - Clotted Cream Cookie - was in the market that day as well. He was having a rather good day it seemed, and was just about to pass your stall. This would be easy coins.