5.Sats.a.Pack on Nostr: He chuckled good-naturedly... "he sells them only to his friends... I don't think ...

He chuckled good-naturedly...
"he sells them only to his friends... I don't think you'll be able to afford it, Miss Taggart..."
"How much is it?"
"Five Sats."
"Five Sats?" she repeated, bewildered.
"Five Sats—" he said, and added, "in Bitcoin."
She stopped, staring at him. "In Bitcoin?"
"Yes, Miss Taggart."
"Well, what's your rate of exchange? How much is it in our normal money?"
"There is no rate of exchange, Miss Taggart. No amount of physical—or spiritual—currency, whose sole standard of value is by decree, will buy these cigarettes."
He reached into his pocket, took out the package and handed it to her.
"I'll give them to you, Miss Taggart," he said, "because you've earned them and because you need them for the same purpose we do."
"What purpose?"
"To remind us—in moments of discouragement, in the loneliness of exile—of our true homeland."