Joel wiped his fingers off on a napkin (what a luxury), then licked a small glob of mustard from the corner of his mouth. Before he answered her, he took another large bite and took his time chewing and swallowing. They were both far too used to chowing down their food as fast as possible whenever they had it. It was a hard habit to break, and not one he was eager to break truthfully. They were both still in the honeymoon stage of plentiful food.

"We don't got to steal to survive any more." Joel wasn't telling her not to, nor going into the moral equation of whether they should or not, it was simply a statement for her consideration. The reason he even took this job was to get some money for them to buy a house and settle in -- maybe discover together what normal could be now. "Just don't go gettin' into trouble."