Malachi's hand shot out as soon as he noticed the taking, grabbing the other man's wrist. It was almost peculiar, how strong his long fingers were in their grip, but the pressure relented as soon as it appeared.

"Behave," he warned. "Only one."

And he let go.

The buns were clearly for Father Richards, as was the note that came with them, but it wasn't like the other priest had known about them yet. If he had been alone, Malachi would not have taken one from the basket, but he would not deny a hungry man the food. If he had ever planned on not letting him have at least one, he wouldn't have opened it around him... and if they weren't already in the midst of making him an actual meal, he might have even let him take more, as was likely evident by the priest's generosity thus far.

Malachi closed the basket and set it aside. He reached for the knives, inspecting them both before settling on one.

"Well? Is it any good? I'll have to take the rest to Father Richards soon."