[ Wash has grasped one part of it. But from the way Miles' eyes glitter ... it's clear that's not all he was doing. ]

Indeed. Simple and practical. I gathered up enough people to raid the food - and then we passed it out to everyone. No fighting, no clamoring. Mostly. We ended up with fourteen teams of people sweeping the terrain at regular, precise intervals, since of course the Cetagandans kept the positioning random, and timing was hard to judge at best.

[ Do you see it yet, Wash? ]