"I want to test the others," the man said, sounding like a merchant looking for a loophole. "But I don't want to overcommit my Qi until I know they agree with me. Why don't we do it this way? I'll give you this chip—the full one—in exchange for one Gin, one Hard Cider, and three Beers. Is that a deal?"
Thomas did the math instantly. By the man's request, he was actually paying more than the set price for the bundle. "That is more than fair," Thomas replied, extending a hand. "I like your style, esteemed guest."
As the man handed over the glowing star-chip, Thomas felt the ship's core hum. The transfer was complete. The "Caesar" had made its first profit. Thomas handed over the requested bottles, the glass clinking softly.
"Now," Thomas said, leading the way with a bow, "shall we move to the bar? The drinks are best enjoyed in the right atmosphere, and my staff is eager to serve you."
