Paris's adoptive mother took care of your groceries too and now you have more groceries than you can possibly carry.
You insisted on paying for the groceries, but she just got angry. She was such a kindhearted mother-like figure to both you and Paris when you were growing up that you simply just have to bow down to her in the end.
Now you were walking, a sack of root crops rests on the horses' back and a basket of vegetables in your hands.
You were walking side by side Paris, traversing the path towards the convent.
"Hand it to me," Paris said as he snatched the basket away from you.
"I can manage just fine," you snarled at him and tried to take back the basket.
He was taken by surprise when you jumped up to take the basket, it was so unexpected that it knocked him over.
Now the basket was toppled over on the ground and you were pinning Paris with you sprawled on top of him.
