Lionel put his weapons down and assisted Lilya with the cauldrons, striking up conversation about local gossip.  "Does the church not have the budget to purchase additional food?"  The paladin asked, mentally making an inventory of what he could pawn in town.  "Perhaps there is a group in town who could be persuaded to make a generous donation in exchnage for a martial favor."  Lionel said, mugging for work as bluntly as a Paladin can.