Ham smiled. “I ripped the arms off of my uniform coat.” “You didn’t!” Vin said with a smile. Ham nodded, looking self-satisfied. Dockson sighed, continuing to fill his cup. “Ham, those things cost money.” “Everything costs money,” Ham said. “But, what is money? A physical representation of the abstract concept of effort. Well, wearing that uniform for so long was a pretty mean effort. I’d say that this vest and I are even now.”
