"I think..." She trails off, studying the box with wide-eyed interest, then begins again. "We have a little cold storage for milk, but I don't think getting them eaten today will be a problem. Thank you, that's kind of you."

She has her eye on the fruit tart. Chocolate was very nice, but her heart will always belong to sugary peaches. She accepts the box with an answering smile. He never did answer her about currency specifically, so she ventures: "We're growing sugar cane now, and sorghum for molasses. Would you be interested in a trade some time?"

Hey, it's all organically grown! They don't have any other means for cultivation, anyway.