Kenzi actually believed in what she was selling for once. Because the icons were legitimate. Where they came from, well...that was a different story. When Henry came to intervene, Kenzi felt a flare of panic rise - what if he was a cop? What if he was the guy the icons were stolen from.

But Demi told her it was a little old lady's place. Not a young man. And even if this was the old girls son or something, it wasn't as if he had any idea Kenzi was in on it.
She had to play this cool.

"Be my guest." Kenzi gestured frustratedly toward the simple looking portraits of a saint.

She tried not to hover as Henry looked over them, hoping they were real and not fakes. Demi could lie to her just as easily as she could lie to him. They were cousins, not friends.

But at the offer...Kenzi's jaw dropped slightly.

"What?!" She couldn't help smiling around her shock. It helped sell the bit after all, didn't it?

"Uh... Yeah. Sure."

The man behind the counter seemed to know what the value of these things really was because he was starting to pitch a fit over losing the sale. Kenzi didn't even care to listen now, all her attention was on her mystery buyer.

"I just... wow. Thank you?"