[Kratos turns when he hears Yuan's footsteps, bringing some dishes to the sink to put in water. He's not precisely smiling, but there's very definitely a sense of one not quite impending, despite the fact his limp is more pronounced than usual and his hip is aching. He's been walking around today more than usual.]

Olives.

[It occurs to him belatedly that Yuan may not have even had olives before; so he glances over his shoulder as he sets the dishes down.]

Don't eat them off the tree; they're terribly bitter until they've been picked and fermented.