Leo nodded, smiled, and took a bite from a juicy goose drumstick. His earlier worries about their level on that hierarchy of needs melted away. The physiological needs—food and shelter—at the bottom of the pyramid were handled. There might be days where food wasn’t quite as abundant as it was today, but they wouldn’t starve.
Safety and security could be reasonably assumed. No doubt, there was a security system in place, which would be spelled out to Leo within a few days, considering he would be part of that system. Even the next layer of the pyramid, love and belonging, seemed to be covered. They could focus on the upper levels of esteem and self-actualization, same as before.
Nobody lingered over dinner. Everyone ate until the food was gone, then Leo took his cue from the other men, an
