[ And that giggling laugh, in turn, strikes Giselle as a very sweet sound. She likes sweet sounds, even if she can't really make them anymore. ]

Not that, [ she says with a frown. ] I mean a place to cash them in. I've looked along every wall here, but I can't see where they might be hiding a cashier's counter.

What do you think? Am I ocean-addled?

[ Or do the chips, like their accommodations, come with a built-in dead end? ]