Prestidigitation

A man on the corner of the cobblestone streets catches your eye. He's doing magic tricks for a gold piece each. You want him to be sure that he earns your gold piece, so you want something outside of a card trick - anyone can play a trick of the eye. The nose is not so easily swayed. He winks at my request and suddenly the air is filled with citrusy champagne, like being whisked away to a party at the Lord of the Town's ballroom. 

I flick my gold piece into his basket.