Gladly, Kimeya took the pot handed to him and took a moment to look it over and make sure it was in the same condition he'd bought it in.  If there were any dents or scratches, they were too small for him to see in the light, so he shifted his attention to other items handed his way.

"Well, if I don't pay you, you know where I live."

A key was produced to unlock a front door that opened immediately to a length of stairs.  Kimeya glanced back to make sure Elliot was following.  The room the stairs opened up to was small, but comfortable.  A table sat in the center of the room, where an ancient looking pot sat, the handle broken off of one side and creating a massive rift in the side of it.  Kimeya set his new pot beside it and gestured to the table for Elliot to set the rest of this things.

"I appreciate it," he said genuinely, pulling out his wallet again.  He pulled out enough notes to pay for a standard ride, and then doubled it after a second of thought, handing it over to Elliot.  "Ehm, will that be enough?"