"Yeah. That's what Mark said. Apparently Kira had tried it with stolen books and got a box like the one that Itiiti had shown up in." He knew her pet pig since it had often followed Moana around during the course of the summer as well as during her attempts to sail. Now Itiiti stayed at the main inn or across the breach where Moana had left her boat, if he wasn't hunting for mushrooms or roots he was usually sleeping.

Moana watched Killian curiously, her dark eyes sharp and perceptive. "What do you mean?" She wouldn't have stolen from someone unless it had been a life or death situation.

She didn't think that it was worth getting a gift at another's expense. That just seemed silly.