"Oh, at the moment, we don't have any technical definition of what fairness is, really, just this one permutation-based formula I gave you which I claimed might have something to do with fairness, and four particular properties that might seem intuitively appealing for a fair solution.  So at present, we could at best say that the supposedly fair permutation-based formula doesn't split rewards evenly; and that splitting rewards evenly violates the intuitively-appealing fair notion that zero marginal production should receive zero reward."

- nod.

"Buuut, it just so happens that this here permutation-based formula is the only possible formula that has those four properties.  Which is why, if dath ilan ever runs into aliens, they'll be at least sort of hopeful that the aliens also think this is the fairness formula as specialized for crisp games like these."

"This is how humans, from their chaotic beginnings, come to know Law.  There's a sort of - bootstrapping, reflection, seeing something inside yourself - where you recognize the higher pattern and coherence within your own intuitions - where you find four crisp requirements that seem obviously, intuitively like they should hold if there's any way to get them, that appeal to the pre-Lawful notions inside you - and those four crisp properties pinpoint and identify a single possible Law - and then you look back at the intuitions inside you, and say, 'Oh, so that's what it was reflecting, that's what it was a shadow of, all along.'  You didn't know that Law when you first saw the Ultimatum Game, but you gave that Law's answer of 6:6."

Imagine having that, having the true Law, and thinking you'd also better not hit the kids or they might decide it's not worth going to school. Chelish children will march through fire for that, and that's why Cheliax is going to win.

"And so long as that gets transcripted and sent out soon enough, hopefully nobody from Chelish Governance gives me a completely baffled look if I say that my baseline fair share of an increase in Chelish production ought to be around roughly the amount that Chelish production would've increased by adding me in the alternate world where the country had randomly half of its current people, or gets confused and worried if I say that a proposed contract clause would be annoying enough in a final offer to make me visibly generate a random number between 0 and 999 and walk out on Cheliax if the number is 0."

"Now it's time for a break, or it would be in dath ilan, anyways, and it so happens that I hailed from there.  I'll take some questions, and then probably go off by myself for a bit to let my brain cool down from recomposing half-remembered lectures - metaphorically speaking, the brain doesn't actually overheat when you overthink unless something is going very wrong inside.  Dath ilani best practices would provide you with a small snack and suggest that you stand up and walk around.  Maybe a brief magic-practice session after this, to break things up?  Anybody who doesn't want to teach me magic, which doesn't need to include all of you, could take a longer break, that way."

"Any questions?"

"I do have some snacks if we should all have snacks," Pilar says, taking a pouch of small Chelish sweets from her bookbag, wearing a cheerful smile.  She starts going around and distributing them to everyone, Keltham first.

But is she going to give them to the mysterious slave. 

Yes, apparently.

Keltham consumes his sweet.  Not bad for this tech level!

"Thank you, Pilar. I'm going to go get my headband," Carissa says. "Probably I'll come to magic lessons but don't wait on me, I might want to reread all my math textbooks first or something."

No questions?  Keltham doesn't know whether that lecture was much less exciting for them than it was for him, or if there's a cultural difference that makes Chelish students ask a lot fewer questions than dath ilani would.

Well, Keltham heads off to his bedroom.

Broom follows.

Sighgreat.

"Why did you say that you needed to destroy those papers before the universe noticed them?"

"It was almost entirely a joke but in the unlikely event it's not then you wouldn't actually be helping by calling attention to -"

"Apologies," Broom says, and immediately turns to go the other way.

...okay, maybe that guy is some sort of Keeper.

Keltham goes to his bed, lies down, and closes his eyes for a quick rest.

Meritxell does not eat Pilar's sweet on general principle, and goes back to her room to put away somewhere where she can check it later for being weird in some way. Security wouldn't let Pilar poison them but it could totally be weird in some way. 

"Anything you feel like reporting to Security?" says Rodez Balaguerre, who's leaning against the wall of a passage along the way.

"Pilar's being weird, Asmodia's being weird, there's a slave attending classes, I don't understand why Sevar's in charge." She holds up the sweet, not quite offering it to him. "This is a very educational environment. Am I forgetting something?"

"Oh, Pilar's being weird?  How so?"

"She got Sever a cake. And offered everyone, including the slave who is attending classes, these." Neither of those things are heretical but they're absolutely weird. 

Meritxell isn't feeling particularly afraid. It is possible she forgot something, in which case she'll rightly be in a lot of trouble, but she doesn't think she did, because she has a very good memory, and one always might get in trouble anyway but there's no point being afraid of that, it'd be like being afraid of rain. One thing her mother always told her was that everyone is powerless but only some people are scared.

"Oh, I see.  Good on you for informing Security about those anomalous, surprising events as soon as you reasonably could.  When did those events happen, by the by?"

There is also no point in trying to defend yourself against the unreasonable implications of things people are saying, any more than you would argue with the clouds about whether they ought to bring rain. "Pilar provided the cake at the start of the day, and the sweets at the conclusion of the lesson, about two minutes ago. The slave showed up at the start of lesson, with Keltham's knowledge. And Sevar's, I think. Asmodia's been weird, uh, more subtly than that, but it was most noticeable in the last half hour of the lecture."