Forrest blanches a little, because Harley truly doesn't know what she's asking. Five dollars in his own world and time is quite possibly his budget for the Waystation's food supplies for a month. Compared to her own world, it would be worth slightly less than a hundred dollars, and to somebody already a little tightfisted this is more than a little startling.

"You... umm..." He blinks, and fleetingly does think at least that's helping tame the blushing, now. "Might... haveta go home 'n back for that much."

Maybe he just won't buy any more carnival food.