You pocket some money

While Nulfhild is busy in the back kneading dough and doing who knows what, you find yourself alone behind the counter. The coin box sits before you.

You glance over your shoulder to make sure no one's watching, and slip your hand inside. Your fingers close around two Lentimes, and you pocket it inside your apron's pocket. For a brief second, a flutter passes through your chest… but the weight of the coins feels reassuring. It's near the end of the day, and you doubt Nulfhild will notice if this amount gets taken.