Truth be told the cabbages are basically frozen, so there's essentially 5lb balls of leafy ice tumbling down the path. They probably would have stubbed some toes or bruised some shins if Kit hadn't collected them up.

While their dashing hero does that, Faro and the farmer wobble and teeter until they've both found their balance on the packed down snow. The fellow then fucks that up by sliding the straps off his shoulders and begins another round of them trying to stay upright, with all the accompanying 'oops', 'ah', and 'oh no's one might expect from two people trying not to fall over. As Kit returns, they've again found their footing, finally.

"Oh thank you! This is the last harvest, without this we..." The farmer is grinningly grateful as he holds open the sack to allow Kit begin to deposit them back in with the others. At least until he does a quick count and realizes that some are missing. "Wait, where's the rest? Oh no I gotta- watch these, will you?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before he takes off to retrieve the last of the wayward produce, leaving Kit and Faro literally holding the bag.