That aint gonna work for a drunks dime. Items a luxury an' convenience in times a scarcity don't bring out none of t'shiny sides a people.

Whatcha think's gonna happen if I were t'say, y'kids got enough. Focus on y'missions...

Aint none gonna report shit. Just gets squirreled up where not even their neighbor knows they got it.

[He's silent for a moment, putting the stacks of supply missions back to the far side of his impromptu workstation, where he'd picked it up.]

Look, I aint stopped shit for a reason. Keepin' y'kids all kindsa king-spoiled keeps us movin' forward.

But I'd rather like t'focus on t'mission work. Takes a lot more thinkin' t'give the advantage when there's armed guards rather than shopkeeps an' a few drunks.