(Poor sod. Well, might not be that bad for them but.)

Anthony tries to smile back! Sincerely!

"You'll be teleported to the compound tomorrow morning at seven AM sharp! Do be ready," he says, and winks at the camera. He goes on to talk a little bit about international news—everything continues to be just great, isn't it nice he's around to make sure everyone cooperates and there are no distribution problems? He thinks so.

And then they have to sing the Empire's anthem.

Singing! Look how enthusiastic Anthony is, gosh.

And eventually everyone's done singing, the Leader wishes them a good day and bon appetit (for it is lunch time), and disappears.

Anthony has a quick word with the person next to him and then goes back over to Dayo and Vivian.

"My, what a rejuvenating and exciting Speech!" he says without a hint of sarcasm.

"It was good," agrees Anthony.

[My, what an actor we are.]

He giggles, and winks. "Let's have some lunch."

"Maybe even eat some chocolate."

"Sounds like a plan."

Therefore: food!

Quod erat demonstrandum. Or comedendum, or something.

Food!

And then Dayo has early afternoon chores.

And Anthony has a small break right now.

Then he too has chores.

Vivian doesn't! But after the chores it's dedicated study or exercise time.

Today, Anthony is doing drills on Portuguese vocabulary.

It may be useful someday. Plus he likes the sound of the language.

Knock knock.

[– Hello?]

[Hiya! I am in need of help studying mathematics, it is tragic.]

So Anthony opens the door! "Hello."

"Hello."

"Any particular bit of mathematics? Or just, I dunno, all of it?"

He walks in, pushing Anthony farther inside and closing the door with a foot, until he's gotten Anthony to sit on his bed. "Basic arithmetic. Can you calculate you plus me minus our clothing over this bed?"

Anthony raises an eyebrow. "I think that might be a bit out of scope, I'm afraid."

"Is that so? I'm afraid I don't know enough maths to tell."