onions
It's a miracle. No one can believe it, and they stand in stunned silence as Yuan and Kratos drag a cart into the temple's front yard.
"Where…" Provice tries to ask the obvious question, but he can't even begin to form the words. Yuan grins brighter than Jane even knew was possible, and pulls Martel in for a kiss as Kratos attempts to explain.
"You mean you stole this entire cart?" Mithos asks, sounding half scornful, half admiring. Kratos lets out a huff.
"There wasn't anyone guarding it," he says, trying to defend his knightly honor. Jane smirks as Mithos gives him a look.
"Regardless, you still stole it."
"Mithos, you would have taken it even if there was someone standing there."
He shrugs. "Well, yeah, but you, Kratos? Really?"
Jane peers into the cart and picks up an onion. It looks fresh. Someone nearby is growing vegetables. A sack of clams sit in the cart. And seafood? It almost feels like a trap, but Yuan and Kratos swear they checked it out before taking it. She feels a bit guilty for taking someone else's food, but hey. They left it out in the open.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Kratos rationalizes.
Jane couldn't agree more.