[Oscar liked breaking the rules for no other reason than breaking them. He didn't need money. He'd never needed money. Still, having it around was a comfort and a thrill. The weight of metal was only so satisfying because people said he shouldn't.]

I'm carrying a sack. [After all, admitting it was a bit too blatant. There was the fun in dancing around a rule, finding the exceptions or caveats to that rule.]

There may be something in that sack, I appear to have forgotten exactly what! You know, the memory fades after such a long day of work.

[He could use their walk down to the tavern as another excuse to silence Silas in regards to his rule breaking. After all, even when it was the two of them, he spoke of it in hushed whispers. Propriety could be such a good cover!]