[Ned sits back to pull off his own leg of rabbit, considering it while he hums in acknowledgement to her thanks. If he notices her apparent non-reaction to the heat, he says nothing, instead looking down at himself like he's suddenly deeply disappointed he didn't roll up his sleeves before tackling this messy rabbit dinner thing. He only has the one suit.

But - the business question. He looks up from his rabbit leg, eyebrows raised like he didn't anticipate more conversation. Well, the business...]

Import-export. [Smoothly, then,] Someone has to keep the metaphorical wheels turning, and back home that someone is me. My business is society's business.

But if you want to keep it short and sweet, it's cargo.