The loop tightens immediately, Blitzø's tail winding further around and the spade rubbing against Johann's forearm affectionately.

"What, one loaf the one time? You want a medal?" he teases. Then he's nudging Johann to stand, figuring that he's gonna get a fucking cramp from crouching too long, and tugs at his arm. "Or you telling me there's bread now because I'm fucking starving."