Envy, ain't it grand. For a moment you think the bees knees of everything that's you. Not righteousness, but a faith in the choices you have made and a sense of completeness.
Then your roots are struck. You swagger a little as you take in a newness. You're humbled. Quietened. A different respect. A new sense of place.
And as she hands you your change, and you exchange words in your mini tower of babel, you understand in that moment, neither of you has any idea what's going on but is happy to accomodate. She for her service, you for the reward of newness.