Some more blinking as Huaisang attempts to take all this in and assign meaning to it. He understands missives and messengers, at least, though the idea of centralizing such a process is completely alien to him. As much as he likes bureaucracy, that is an entirely new level of it.

"Bills?" He echoes weakly, wondering what that even means. He shakes his head quickly. That's not what matters. What he wants to know is--"Does anything come in? From outside? Or is it just... nothing comes in, nothing goes out, and what even are we eating if the food isn't restocked from anywhere?"

That explains the popularity of canned and unnatural foods, really.