Kaz hadn't really been aware of the currency issues, had thought the lack of money changing hands at the fair was exclusive to it alone. It makes sense, of course, but it does cause his smile to fade, a faraway look in his eyes that Jesper and Inej used to call his scheming face.

"Perhaps they'd make an allowance for a currency that existed solely within the casino. Chips that could be gambled, or traded for drinks and other services, or even prizes..." he looks down at his own armful of prizes, coming back to himself, a little ruefully. "Better than this, I'd hope."