Sam's been Bound with no wages for a year. Sun can get over it.

"Well, presumably it came from somewhere, but Bar's always been pretty reticent about where she gets her supplies from."

He eyes his tab on the board.

"...Bar, did that just leap as far as I think it did?"

A note appears. A simple written 'yes' should not look that smug.

Another note, this one with an admonition against being a miser.

"You're bloody lucky your food's so good, you know that?"

This time, there is no note. Bar merely radiates smugness.