"Steal often from your hosts, do you? When it would be gladly provided if only it were asked?" Alexandrie lifts her shoulders lightly and then drops them, as if she is not all that invested in having an answer to either question, that lack proven true enough as she continues to speak without waiting for one. "You are right enough in consequence applying only to those who are caught at what they do and in that I would hardly notice." Although the gamesmaster undoubtedly would. "You shall do as you like, I imagine, but it shall be plucking plants from a kept garden rather than foraging."

Then, as the path nears the treeline and becomes unpaved trail, "And rather ill-mannered in disregard of the very small favor I have asked in return for the run of the land. Simply care for it as we do, that it might continue to be bountiful, and you are welcome to its fruit."