When he'd snuck into the mansion this afternoon, he hadn't expected to spend two hours at the same table.
It was supposed to be a quick job. The mansion - which, by virtue of being a mansion, had to be full of delicious goodies and expensive treasures - was open to be opened to the public for the yearly Thanks for Life celebration. Naturally, there would be a period of time before the official celebration where it would be easy to sneak in under the guise of preparing for the incoming crowd, snatch some jewels or gold or whatever rich people had lying around, and then sneak right out.
Unfortunately, he hadn't expected the table of bread. There was so much
bread. He didn't even know that bread came in so
many varieties, nor that there were so many different toppings you could even
put on it. It made his stomach growl - and say, when was the last time he'd gotten a proper meal with bread and meat and cheese?
So, he'd grabbed some for his bag. And maybe a little more bread, after that. And then, well, he'd already grabbed so much so he may as well just take the whole spread, right? It was a shame to just leave it here, and it wasn't like he wasn't already stealing.
And that's how two hours passed, he supposed. Two hours of nothing but putting slices of bread and cheese into his bag while the dazzling array of food laid out on the table didn't seem to lessen at all. It wasn't even a
big table. He just had to go at it a few slices at a time, since the mouth of his bag wasn't particularly large - it might be infinitely large on the inside, but that didn't apply to its outside appearance - and somehow, none of what he was doing seemed to make a dent. It was like an infinite cornucopia, or something.
Well, he wouldn't let that discourage him. He was, if nothing else, thorough.