If Rex was concerned about the state of their finances, it didn't show. He simply finished setting the table, then went to the sink and turned on the faucet. "We have about... ten shekels? And whatever's left of your stipend." Which, to his credit, Rex didn't touch. "So we're fine. That's more than enough to tide us over."

Provided there weren't any emergencies.

"So..." He grimaced a little at the first shock of cold water over his hands, rubbing them furiously with soap, partially to warm them up. "I take it you didn't have a fruitful day." He shook his hands dry, then wiped them on his pants. "Did anything look promising?"