Kit's unspoken question gets met with an equally confused shrug. After a beat, he grabs the drawstrings, pulls the taut, and ties a tidy bow. Now they won't lose any more cabbages if it tips over again or someone stumbles into it.

"Lets- out the, the walk at least," he suggests as he does his best to pretend it's purely a helpful choice and not because there are a couple of soldiers headed their way. Faro starts to lift the bag, then frowns and switches his grip to a dragging one because, look, it's a lot of cabbages, okay??