"I would<i>love </i>game pie," Hana announced with the gravity of a full ten-year-old's seriousness. "Crow-nii can I have it? Even if it's not my birthday?"<br/><br/>"Of course Hana," Crow told her, blushing. "It is just a little more expensive than I can usually manage—hey. You're sleepy, aren't you?"<br/><br/>"No," Hana said, but she stumbled a little as she walked.<br/><br/>"Yes you are, up on my back."<br/><br/>"My favorite color is blue, like the irises that Crow-nii grows, and really Crow I can walk."<br/><br/>She stumbled again and Crow caught her.<br/><br/>"I really think I'm okay," she said, rubbing her eyes.<br/><br/>"No, you haven't eaten. Your blood sugar is low. Come on, little flower."<br/><br/>"Then your blood sugar must be really, really low. What if you faint and drop me?"<br/><br/>"I would never drop you, Hana."<br/><br/>She climbed up on his back and Crow carried her.<br/><br/>They followed Rhiannon to the baker.<br/><br/>"Do you have game pies, really?" Hana asked him.<br/><br/>"Yes ma'am, fresh venison and coney, cooked to perfection, in gravy. Nice helping of vegetables." He looked the two urchins in their ragged, ill-fitting clothing over. "Would you like one?" he half-asked them, half the lady.<br/><br/>"Can we have two?" Hana asked excitedly.<br/><br/>"Hana, don't be greedy," Crow told her sternly.<br/><br/>"Crow-nii I want<i>you </i>to have one too. You never let me give you some on my birthday. I bet you don't even know what they<i>taste</i>like."<br/><br/>Crow muttered something and scuffed his foot, embarrassed.