[The family name is gladly provided as Acacius carefully wraps the dinnerware in paper and slides it, securely packaged, into Kratos's basket. Payment is duly given. The bow Acacius gives is deeper than would ordinarily be practical, gratitude suffusing his face.]

Thank you. Commander Ka-Fai -- thank you.

[Kratos waits until they've moved some distance off before he speaks.]

An-hei. Do you know the family?

[If they have so many children, and if this man's husband was a favourite uncle, it would explain the curelty and the persistence of the youths.]