“You have some money, Biff?” Chuba asked.
“Yep. Got a bunch of Burmese rupees. Can you spend them in China?”
“Spend them like you say like water. Rupees much good. Better than Chinese money. Chinese money now called jin min piao. Takes many jins to make one rupee.”
Biff dug into his bundle and brought out several coins. “This enough?”
“Is plenty. We go into town to market. Chuba buy some food. You like dried fish? Lichee nuts good, too.”
“Ugh. I’d rather have a hot dog.”
“Ah, hot dog?” Chuba nodded wisely. “Muscles tell me in America you eat the dogs but like them hot.”
“By the millions, Chuba. Especially at baseball games. But not the kind that bark.”
“Not real dogs?”
“Nope. These are sort of like a sausage—shaped like sausage. You know sausage?”