The captain gets ready to leave, but then whines about how it's customary for the buying party to feed the slave labor on such a venture. Dualscar rolls his eyes, knowing full well that the only reason the captain cares is because that means it's one less meal he'll have to provide today, but he was prepared for such. He brings two fingers to his mouth and whistles sharply, and the kitchen drone comes tripping out into the yard, burdened by sacks of food for the slaves. However, the Psiioniic's drone is following it, and Dualscar's brow creases; that wasn't part of the plan, and he tenses a bit, hoping the drone won't give away the game.

The drone performs admirably, completely ignoring the Psiioniic, and helps the kitchen drone distribute the sacks--heavy with rich, filling food, rather than the usual swill given in such occasions--amongst the slaves. Dualscar sees a flash of orange when one of the slaves opens a sack, and bites the inside of his cheek.

Figures. He wonders how much the supply of oranges went down thanks to this little venture.