"To humor yourselves," she called after him. Well, it couldn't be helped, it was too late to go back now, so they might as well make the best of it. She opened the hamper which had been so unceremoniously dumped on the ground and began to pull out provisions. Fruit, cold meat pies, bread, cheese, potatoes which could be thrown into the embers of the fire - the greengrocer had claimed - and a pot to make coffee in. The coffee had been nonnegotiable.
Drake might have complained, but she knew Wil's appetite. She only hoped the food would last more than one meal, with Wil eating half and the four of them splitting the rest. "Can someone start the fire? I need coffee. And so does Merri - it cures all ills." She smiled a tired smile over at him and beckoned him over. "Come sit over here, the pelts are gone now."