These questions piled up in everyone's minds, itching at them like a scratch they couldn't reach.
Finally, as the group finished their tasks, the neighbors couldn't hold back any longer.
"What kind of mission did you take on? Are they still looking for more people?"
"Was all this food provided by your employer? That's incredibly generous! What grade are these ingredients, can you tell us?"
"I'd like to buy some—I have a brother with crystal cores. Would you sell me just a little?"
Someone else noticed the cabbages in their hands and remembered something.
"Is this from a man named Mr. Kim by any chance? If so, I think I know who it might be."
"Oh! I think I've heard of him too. Isn't he the guy who showed up in the Fourth District? I heard he has a shop in the Second District now, and there's always a long line outside, with demand always exceeding supply."
