Jason dropped a coin and Pushed on it, shattering the window. Alarms began to blare, but Jason quickly Soothed the wires- which had happened to be Awakened. He gestured for Lift to go in and steal the sandwich on the table.
She grinned and became awesome, sliding across the concrete and into the hole Jason had conveniently opened. Wyndle came in after her, groaning and complaining like he usually did.
"Mistress," he whined, "I don't-"
"Shut it, Voidbringer." Lift made herself more awesome and slid across the tiled floor of the shop. The lights were off, and the sandwich was on the table, hers to take.
Lift slid up to it and stopped herself, grabbing it and the fries that were in their box. Three slices of cake were next to them, so she shrugged and grabbed them as well, though her hands were now getting full. Jason hovered outside, constantly Pushing and Pulling to keep himself in the air.
She slicked herself, becoming more awesome and near flew through the hole, momentum carrying her right into Jason's arms. Lift pulled out of them quickly, still holding the food, then started sliding and running towards their base, a shop they had found empty. Jason Pushed on the metal, flying slightly above her.
"What's in the sandwich?" Jason asked without preamble. "It'd better have some damn mayonnaise. The last one we broke into not only had a travesty of a bun, but it also had a sorry excuse for turkey!"
Lift looked at it, still dodging discarded fabrial cars as she slid. "Mm… looks like some starvin'… uh, something."
"You just wanted to say starvin'."
"Did not!" She frowned. "Even if I had been wanting to, I'm awesome, so I don't need permission."
Jason tried to lower himself to see the sandwich's contents, but he couldn't Pull himself down without another anchor. He groped his belt, trying to find another coin, but accidentally pulled Frank out of his sheath.
"FINALLY!" Frank yelled, startling Lift and Jason. Wyndle grumbled more, but she could ignore a Voidbringer if she needed to.
"You've kept me in that sheath too long, stringy elf," Frank said, vibrating. Frank was a talking axe, kind of the same thing that Szeth held. Nightblood. Frank and Nightblood were kind of similar, except Nightblood wanted to destroy evil.
Frank just wanted to destroy.
"I can keep you in longer," Jason countered, Pulling himself on a lampost, then Pushing on it to continue being something close to level with Lift.
"Dear god, don't do that. It's too sweaty." Frank gave Jason and Lift the impression that he was shivering.
"Keep talking," Lift said, hopping over a fabrial car. "I can do much worse."
"Oh, what are you going to do?" Frank taunted, vibrating in Jason's belt loop. "Talk to me more?"
"We can have words," Lift and Jason said at the exact same time. They looked at each other and grinned.
Frank made gagging noises. "Oh, god, there's two of them. And they're together."
Jason leaned in and inspected the sandwich. "Lift! There's a lathering of mayonaise and turkey! Good find."
Lift took a bite, feeling her awesomeness run out. Jason leaned in and took one as well, then chewed it thoroughly. "Meh.. mid lettuce, but it does have a tang to it." He nodded, then ran into a pole.
Lift burst out laughing, holding her stomach, nearly dropping the fries. Wyndle stopped complaining at once. "Is Jason okay?"
"Who.." she continued laughing. "Who starvin' cares?"
Wyndle gave her a look.
"Of course I care," Lift said defensively, feeling her cheeks warm. "Or, er, I don't. I'm a Knight Radiant. Or something." She took another bite of the sandwich, then said, "Mm romably mine."
At that moment, Jason flew past her, Pushing on the pole he had ran into. "I guess I can't see," he said solemnly, hiding a grin.
"I'm Jason and I can't see two feet in front of my face," Frank mocked, melding his voice to sound like Jason's, albeit rather high-pitched.
Lift snorted, taking a bite to hide her smile. "Did you do it on purpose?"
Jason frowned. "You think I'd run into a pole on purpose?"
"You hafta do it sometimes," Lift said, still chewing. "Ohr yurh gohna ro razy."
He shrugged, Pushing on the sewer grate. "We're almost home."
"Finally, my garden!" Wyndle exclaimed.
"Finally, my collection of dead people taking up residence underneath Jason's bed!" Frank yelled. The two looked at each other. Or, well, gave the impression that they were.
"Wyndle," Lift said, feeling herself losing her awesomeness, "Shame on you."
"Mistress?"
"You should take lessons from Frank. Having a garden?" Lift took a bite of the sandwich, which had very little left. "'Ery hame."
"It is not! I am a grand gardener of grander items!" Wyndle slowed down as he noticed Lift's Investiture running out- though it regenerated with her eating the sandwich.
"Wyndle, your 'garden' consists of the chair Lift threw out of the shop window for some reason that one day and a shattered chandelier."
"I also dropped a dead finger in there, if that helps," Frank added, completely unhelpfully. Lift snorted.
"Just steal more stuff, Wyndle," Lift explained, turning left. "You hafta-"
"We're here," Jason said, ending his Pull. He fell down with a sharp crack, but got up as if nothing had happened.
Lift stood up and looked at their home. It was old, breaking down a little, but it was where they had lived for the past three months. The shop was nicer on the inside.
Jason opened the door and walked in, only to run back out a second later. Without preamble, Frank yelled "THERE'S SOMEONE IN THE HOUSE!"