Krem listened, though he hadn't ever stolen to keep himself fed, his fathers work did well enough to keep what they needed to survive on the table, even if it wasn't much. But he listens, and was surprised at the imagination on him, wondering how much someone really hid in a sofa after they'd been tossed. "i can't imagine it was such an illustrious business, but..." He can't help but cover his mouth as he describes attempting to sneak it out of a third story window.

"Even now I can see a sofa crushing you. How would you even get it out the window? Let alone down the stairs."