Well it's not his most daring of interventions, but it at least should make a difference to that one cabbage farmer. Kit jogs down the lane and intercepts first one, then another rolling cabbage--how the heck are these things even growing, nevermind, don't ask questions--scooping them up into his arms until he's got a fair number of them clasped to his chest.

"I've got, um, some of them," he says, and turns to watch the last few cabbages tumble out of sight. Welp. :T