Jenny is annoyed with him for making her either say something more direct about Iomedae's health or agree to her going to Waffle House, which appears to have literally nothing on the menu that could even at a stretch be called healthy.

Iomedae understands that people don't want to spend a lot of money on feeding their slaves but she wishes it wasn't such a production every time.

"I guess we can go this once, as a special treat, and then usually I'll cook you something nice and filling and healthy for after practice."

"Yes, ma'am."

Lucy wants to check that they will actually let Iomedae go to the supermarket but she has just picked seven fights in a row and she remembers that she's not supposed to pick all the battles, she's supposed to put at least one back sometimes. She can pick a fight if they leave Waffle House and for some reason this teenage girl is still not allowed to GO TO THE SUPERMARKET.

....maybe it is because Iomedae kept wanting to bring swords to the supermarket and tell people she was a holy warrior, which would probably be very alarming. Still. She has a SACRED DUTY about helping the newbies and that apparently suddenly includes making sure Iomedae gets food because apparently now they get newbies who might not be getting fed. What a fucked up world. 

"I will see you there then! Unless you three need a ride? My car is pretty tiny but I can fit you if you don't have any stuff - you should probably check with Reynhard about whether that's all take-home loaner gear or if you leave it with us and you can borrow it again next time."

"We drove here, but thank you. Let's go check on your gear, kiddo."

Iomedae is deeply confused and accordingly subdued right now but she'll follow Robert to ask that question. Did....Lucy think that foster children should get money? Why? From who? For what? And she thinks that despite thinking Iomedae is a crazed murderer? Which she believes because she believes that the holy books are full of lies and the priests are lying?

"Thanks so much for loaning Iomedae all this gear. Lucy said we should ask you if there's any of it we should be taking home or if we should be giving it back to you now."

"Let me see - uh, I mean firstly what would work better for you? If you can't store it, we can keep it for you and make sure you get it back next practice. If you want to take it home and be able to practice elsewhere with it and take it to events, some people are okay with lending out stuff that way and others aren't - I think Gabriel made arrangements though - hey, oy, Gabriel?"

Shouting across the field: "On my way out, see you at Waffle House!" 

"Come back! Do you know if all the loaner gear okay for take home?"

What Reynhard is actually asking is 'do you vouch that these people will actually bring the gear back if we lend it to them' but he isn't going to say that out loud if he can talk around it. 

"Already cleared with everyone! Robert's good people, I trust him, don't worry about it! - wait except Nicole, ask her about her thing!"

Reynhard gives Robert and Jenny a long-suffering 'see what I deal with' type look. "Alright, yeah, want us to look after this or want to borrow it?" 

"I guess borrow it, if it's no trouble. We'll probably just keep it in the car, if that's all right."

"...America steel no need clean and care?"

"Yeah the car is fine, that's where most of us keep gear in all honesty - probably just bring the helmet indoors since that's the hardest thing to replace if it gets stolen. Most of this is stainless so it won't need care. I think this helmet is mild steel. So - here, I'll show you how to care for it, it won't take a second."

From his giant kit bag Reynhard produces a tiny bottle of gun oil and a rag. He drops a little oil on the rag, scrunches the rag up to rub it in, and then starts wiping down the helmet while carefully angling things to show Iomedae what he's doing.

Directly to Iomedae: "If we lend you this gear, you promise to bring it back, and take good care of it, okay? If you fight in it at any other practices, just make sure you rub the helmet down after - I can lend you the rag - and don't use anything like wire wool or scratchy stuff. And if you break anything we will teach you how to repair it." 

Iomedae is suddenly in agony, which is strange, because she knows what she has to say, and doing the right thing should not be upsetting even though it is often difficult. "Sir, I want be part of this order very much, and I want to take good care of this gear, but I no can promise, because I am a foster child."

"Iomedae, I don't think any less of you for being in foster care. Nobody here does. I'm not going to not trust you because of it."

Iomedae does not believe that the American government's habit of enslaving paladins reflects poorly on her, she just thinks it is a straightforward logistical barrier to making promises with regards to property!

"Kiddo, we'll help you take good care of it. Sounds like it's less complicated than the dishes."

You cannot give you word off of that. "Thank you, sir," says Iomedae, and then feels sick because that's too close to lying, "but I cannot promise Sir Reynhard something other people do."

Oh, she has some sort of hangup around relying on other people? That... pattern matches. Another thing to talk to Gabriel about later. "Can you promise me you intend to try your best to take care of it, and I will trust your foster dad regarding actually bringing it back?" 

"Yes. I intend try to try my best to take care of it."

"We'll bring it back. Thanks."

"Alright, good enough for me!" 

Reynhard finds Iomedae a spare bag to keep everything in - nothing fancy, just a plastic IKEA bag - and cheerfully lends her several hundred dollars worth of armour.

By this point half of people have already left, either to go home or to go hang out at Waffle House, so Reynhard hops in the car to drive over.