Ananias wearily sighed as he stared at the multiple crates stacked up in front of him. "Thanks, Auntie Anna," he muttered. "How is a guy like me supposed to get rid of all this stuff, especially after knowing the fact that you couldn't?"

"Hey," Kjelle nonchalantly greeted.

Ananias slightly waved his hand. "Hey."

She then followed Ananias' gaze and asked, "What's all this?"

Ananias let out an exasperated sigh before dully explaining, "I've got an aunt who runs her own book store. The problem is that eventually she has to do away with the books that don't sell, and since Annas don't waste their resources and because she has no more room left in storage, she sent a couple of crates filled with books to me."

Kjelle's eyes widened slightly in mild surprise. "What does she expect you to do? Sell them? Because no offense, but you've made it pretty obvious that selling things isn't your strong suit."

"Well, I doubt that she wants me to just give them away for free," Ananias said.

"Yeah, I guess you've got a point there," Kjelle admitted. The two of them were silent for a long time before Kjelle sighed and announced, "Well, I'm going to go train now. Good luck with…," she indicated towards the entire pile of books, "whatever this is."

"You want them?" Ananias asked.

Kjelle blinked in confusion. "For what?" she asked incredulously.

Ananias shrugged. "I don't know. Weights or something?"

Kjelle frowned. "Are you really that desperate?"

Ananias irritably rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Kind of, yeah."

Kjelle sighed before taking a closer look at what Ananias was offering to her. She held her chin as she seriously considered all possible options. "Hmm. Well, I guess I could use them for basic bicep training." She then picked one of the crates up and tested the idea out. "Not bad, though I'm probably going to have do a heck of a lot of repetitions to make up for the lack of weight. Either that, or I could just find something heavier to put into them and vice versa." She tapped against the wood. "Seems sturdy enough. I could probably use these for simple agility exercises too." She then lifted the crate of books above her head and performed an extremely slow squat. She nodded to herself. "Yeah, I think I can make this work." She set the crate down, crossed her arms, and gave Ananias a satisfied smile. "Lucky you. I'm about to take a pretty big load off of your shoulders."

Ananias let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you." He then held out his hand and said, "That'll be fifty gold pieces per crate."

"Fifty gold pieces each?!" Kjelle exclaimed. "I thought that you were giving them to me for free!"

Ananias simply shrugged. "Well, I mean, personally I would, but this stuff used to belong to my aunt, and I'd hate to tell her that I gave all of her stuff away without making any profit out of it in return, so…." He continued to hold out his hand expectantly.

Kjelle gawked at Ananias' hand for a moment before looking back at him. "No!" she cried out in disgust.

"Well then, I can't let you have them," Ananias stated simply.

"You were BEGGING me to take them in the first place!" Kjelle argued, angrily jabbing her finger into Ananias' chest as she did. "And even if I were insane enough to give you your gold, fifty gold pieces for each crate?! That's practically stealing!"

"Well, if you want to get technical about it, it's fifty gold pieces for each crate AND all of the books inside it. And since each of these books are at least worth ten gold pieces each and that there are about ten books per crate, I'm basically giving you a more than fifty percent discount. If anyone's stealing anything from anyone, it'd be you."

Kjelle let out a gasp of surprise before giving Ananias a cold, hard glare. "You know what? Forget it. I can train without them." She turned her heel on him and placed her hands onto her hips before beginning to take her leave.

Ananias' eyes widened in surprise. "W-Wait!"

Kjelle stopped and turned around before folding her arms and giving Ananias an irritated glare. "What?" she demanded.

Ananias quickly indicated towards the multitude of crates filled with unwanted books. "Can't you help me find someone who would be willing to buy some of these books then?"

"Hmph. Not my problem. And since we both know you can't sell a thing to save your life, why don't YOU just train with them then? Gods know that you need the extra help. Honestly, how can a guy like you, after going through everything you have, still be so mediocre in battle? Aren't you even the least bit ashamed?"

Ananias averted his eyes to the side. "Kind of," he answered quietly.

"Then I suggest you do something about it," Kjelle reprimanded. She then began to once again make her leave. "In the meantime, I've got to go. I've already wasted enough time talking to you about useless things when I could've been using that time to actually train." She gave him a small wave goodbye without even looking back at him. "See you around."

Ananias stared at the ground dejectedly for a few moments before looking back to the crates full of books and seriously considering Kjelle's suggestion for them. "Ah, what the heck," he muttered under his breath. "It's not like I've got anything better to do."

Author's Note: So far, the hardest support I've had to do. I was constantly going back and forth with what I wanted to do and possibly could do with these supports. I like Kjelle and all, but man, writing meaningful reaction without making her seem repetitive is actually pretty tough. I think I've finally figured out where I want these supports to go though, so there's that. Hope you liked this support! See you next time!