He pokes his head out of a second-floor window at the sound of her voice, and instead of winding his way back downstairs inside, he just steps through the window and drops down from the awning. When it wobbles precariously under his weight, he just keeps moving until he can join her.

Seeds. Ezio plants a kiss on her temple. He is carrying a small hatchet, too.

"Ah, good," he says, humorously. "We will be feasting in two months."

But it is a good find, and certainly something to look forward to –– if they found food to eat but nothing to grow, they'd only be delaying the inevitable.