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Eliot slipped between the stalls. It'd be a lot easier to grab an apple or something from somewhere than to steal a wallet without getting caught. Especially with all the people around. He reached between two women for the smallest fruit he could see.

Eliot walked into the house and dropped his backpack by the door. He glanced back, making sure Parker was still with him. "We're back," he called up the stairs, kicking off his shoes.

He turned back and yelled out the door. "Come on, Parker! I'll make ramen. With extra stuff in it."