“Twenty percent,” said Rocky. “Small bonus for your daughter. Get her something nice for me.” Not that Dust didn’t appreciate the extra bits, but she knew those words were more than that. It was a reminder. Rocky knew how precarious Dust’s situation was, though he didn’t know the specifics. For all the risk Dust was taking with each of these shipments, she should’ve been making at least forty percent of the profit. All Rocky did was haul it here from beyond Equestria, where none of this was against the law. He could buy it in a market, then sell it for ten times as much to ponies desperate to fill their addictions.