As Local asks if anyone is up for a game, stakes being a quarter a ball, Hank Harris walks in with "Precocious Teen" written all over him and volunteers his pocket change to Local in exchange for a rack-up. Local tells Precocious Teen that he needs to get his mother's permission, so Precocious Teen asks Bar Cusack if it's okay. She orders him to go upstairs and do his homework. Precocious Teen, being precocious, obeys. Against T'Nana's express wishes, Mestral decides he should give the game a go. "I can defeat him," Mestral says. "You don't even know the rules," T'Nana argues. "It's simple," Mestral tells her, and walks over to Local, who says, "I thought you didn't have enny money." "He doesn't," T'Nana tells him. Local tells him that in that case, there's nothing "in it" for him. Mestral and T'Nana make to leave until Local calls them back and tells them that he'll play Mestral, on the condition that if he loses, he'll pay in full, but if he wins, he gets a drink with Mestral's "business associate." T'Nana is annoyed. "The game is based on simple geometry. It wouldn't challenge a Vulcan child," Mestral assures T'Nana, and reminds her that they need the money. T'Nana is still against it: "What if you lose? I'll have to socialize with him." Mestral looks at Local, who harmlessly waggles his eyebrows at him. "Would you rather die of starvation?" Mestral asks T'Nana. "Besides, it's just like Dom-Jot," Mathra comments, carefully removing clumps of puff pastry dough from Hunca Munca's paws.
There's the break, and it looks like Local may beat Mestral, but no, Mestral makes the comeback to back all comebacks. In fact, he even calls his final anvil. "The number eight ball in that pocket," he says, pointing with his cue. T'Nana and Mestral walk off into the sunset with four bags of groceries. "Cryogenics," Mestral says, displaying one of the frozen dinners in his bag. No, not T'Nana's -- actual dinners. And NOT Ted Williams, either. And by the way, for those of you out there who still believe the fable that Walt is a Disney Pop? Hate to burst your bubble, but Grandpa Keckler went to the funeral and read the eulogy, and though the man may have been cold, he wasn't pricing real estate in meat lockers, okay? Mestral wonders if the humans have "experimented" with replicators. T'Nana acidly tells him that he should have asked the shopkeeper, since he's so eager to interact with all the humans in town. She stomps off ahead of him as fast as her little Easy Spirits can carry her.