Crow got up from the ground when Abraxas finally returned with the wagon. He walked over to the back and climbed inside, finding his old spot beside the piles of blankets and leaning into them as he sat down. As he waited for Penelope to join him in the carriage, his green eyes swept over the other supplies in search of anything worth taking. Naturally, his gaze rested on the food stock. They had yet to eat breakfast, and he was still hungry. He glanced at Penelope as she began to enter the wagon, and then crawled over to the burlap sack, slipping his hand inside and quickly withdrawing an apple. He dropped the fruit down his tunic and moved back to the pile of blankets to lie down again. It wasn’t a particularly sneaky attempt, but he wasn’t trying to be clever about it. It wasn’t like the knight could complain if she had seen him taking the food. It [i]was[/i] time for breakfast, and he had only grabbed one apple, which was a portion fit for a single person, anyways.

But, just in case Penelope [i]hadn’t[/i] seen him take the fruit, Crow kept it hidden in his tunic so he might be able to get a second helping. If she did know, he could just say he was saving it for later, which wouldn’t be completely unbelievable since William had skipped lunch the day before. Either way, Crow would get at least one small meal out of this situation. He smiled to himself and leaned back against the blankets, resting his arms behind his head as he relaxed.

With everyone positioned where they were supposed to be, William cropped his horse and they began to travel down the road again. In the back of the wagon, Crow decided to see whether his breakfast plan would lead him to one meal or two. He looked at Penelope from across the carriage and gave her a playful smirk, “Feeling hungry, love? It’s going to be a long trip, so how about we have something to eat?”