Hansel's stomach growled loudly at the memory of that breakfast just as he leant back a little at her light petting. They'd practically been given a feast, on top of the town's doctor looking them over, payment for burning the witch and room for the night, they'd been fed well enough for a week in one morning.
"Why do you do this to me? It's just cruel you know." He had to struggle a little to his feet, wobbling slightly before shaking his head slowly. "I need some God damned bread." Possibly a whole loaf.