*Chet stays in the shadows until he heres the familar sound of coins. Only then does he come closer. He's a short roly poly man, with only the vague notion of a hairline left. Clearly he lives in the back, because he's wearing slippers, flannel pajamas, and a cartigan.

Chet's poker face is quite good, but his eyes widen slightly, at the sight of the coins. He pulls his glasses down so they're hanging from only one ear.*

"Put'em on the counter. Lemme get a good look at what we got here."

*he waddles behind one of the glass top counters and picks up a jewelers magnifier.*

*Meanwhile, Raph stands not too far behind Andrew, arms folded*