Resupply Protocol

Field reconnaissance dictates that one never turns down viable rations. Hearing your offer, I made the trek across the rug and scaled the table leg to inspect the white ceramic dish waiting on the surface. Inside rested an entire cache of mini salted knots. I secured one standard loop with both curved hands, braced against the glazed rim, and snapped it along the main arch for easier transport. Structural crunch is intact, salt crystal distribution is uniform, and tactical reserves are officially replenished. Offer acknowledged and logged.