"That's..." Not the point, of course. The point is, company gets fed, merchant gets paid, everyone goes home happy, "...Generous of you. Thanks."

Krem wasn't raised to be ungrateful, so he doesn't say a word about rewarding bad behavior, or paying for his own grain, only takes the proffered sack of grain from the supplier and shoulders it without even a grunt of effort. The rest will be delivered where it has to go, but this is enough, for the night.

"Coulda handled it, 'course," He's not a charity case, after all; and if he wasn't willing to pay, it isn't the same as being unable. He offers her a grin, "If you ever find yourself in the Herald's Rest, I'll owe you a drink."