[the usual, she says? Xellos files that alongside some other accounts he's been picking up during his brief tenure here in this world.

outwardly, though, he just offers a cheerful, albeit clueless kind of expression, as if that were news to him.]

Well...I suppose if you are really sorry for accusing me of being a thief, that's fine. [he puts a hand over where a heart would be.] I'm but a humble priest! Xellos, the humble priest.

[a priest who shares, apparently: he shakes the bag as he holds it out.]

Want some?