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[ Terry shakes his head no. ]

It's hotter outside, so it's okay.

[ That didn't really answer her question... anyway, he'll go and stand next to her and points to various places as he goes down the list: ]

That's dishes, bowls, and cups. Next one has containers. The one after that has spices and whatever else, since we don't have much in the first place. Silverware go in the drawer next to the stove.

[ His gaze falls on the fridge. ]

... I should probably go grocery shopping soon.

[ Not having much stuff makes things easy to memorize, and Kido opens the cabinet for the containers to pull several smaller ones out to portion the soup out. ]

I'll go. I've done enough lying around doing nothing...

[ She throws a glance over her shoulder towards the end of the hall where Terry's room is, pauses for a second, and then looks two doors over to where her room should be, if she's remembering correctly. ]

Did I own a wallet and everything before?

[ Before she offers to go shopping, does she even have any money? Both the wallet and phone are in her room somewhere; she didn't really own much beside some clothes and too many stuffed animals. ]

I... think you had a wallet? You definitely had a phone though.

[ He still doesn't want it back, so Kido can keep that forever. ]

Let me get mine from my room and then I can help you find yours after.

[ Yeah that takes like 10 seconds. ]

Sure. I'll finish things up here, and maybe we can go to the grocery store together after.

[ He can show her where it is again, and then carry most of the bags because they don't have a car or dick chariot or anything to carry things back with ]

[ He doesn't want a dick chariot, so he'll be fine... He knocks on the door to Kido's room after a bit after checking the fridge. ]

Kido, did you find the stuff yet? Let's go grocery shopping together.

[ There's no response, at first. With such a sparse room, she had found her things quickly, had her hair tied up in a ponytail since she doesn't have a hoodie to keep it all together in, and put the wallet in her pants pocket. She had found the phone, but instead of putting that away too, she's left staring down at the home screen.

It's the omelet, with a smiley face drawn on it with ketchup.

It would always make her smile, looking at it, and even now the want to smile is there. But instead, a tear rolls down her cheek and she can't understand why— why seeing it makes her want to be happy, why she can't be happy despite of it. ]

Yeah. I got it.

[ Her voice comes out thick, slightly muffled because she's wiping the tears off with the back of her bare arm. She's not crying; there are just tears. She breathes in and out and they are no tears.

Everything is fine. She opens the door and steps out. ]

Let's go.

[ Terry thought he heard wrong because the door was closed, so of course the sound would be muffled. It strikes him as strange, but decides not to question it. He was typing out the groceries on the note function of his phone, typing it all out with the blasted T9 keypad. It seems that he's more or less used to it, but his thumbs are still trying to get the hang of typing even faster. That will take a while. ]

We need eggs, parsley, maybe some beef...

[ ... ]

I want fried chicken.

[ Terry would rather suffer a T9 keypad than his audio diary phone...

Kido tries to think of what Terry was planning to make with eggs and parsley, but at the mention of fried chicken, she speaks up, voice still a little off but not as noticeable when she's speaking quietly instead of speaking up through a door. ]

If it's fried chicken, I can make it. We'll need a couple more ingredients, though.

[ Or they can go out and eat, but nah. Kido's never been one to go to sit-down restaurants often, especially if she can make it home, so she thinks nothing more of it as she heads out the door, pulling her hands back over her shoulders without thinking and forgetting that there's no hood to throw over her head. Right, right, got to deal with the sun from now on, until she can go out and buy herself another hoodie. ]

Can you? That would be great. I'll jot down the ingredients so I don't forget.

[ There he goes, typing away at the keypad again with one hand, but with his free hand, he'll casually grab Kido's as they walk to the farmer's market. ]

Some chocolate too... and fruits... seafood pasta ingredients...

[ His thumb sure is busy. ]

Yeah...

[ It takes a second, but Kido holds onto his hand too, and starts down the street with the hesitation of somebody who lengthens their stride to lead the way because somebody has to be the eyes while Terry's tapping away on his phone, but also she has no idea where they're going. ]

Do we need that much food? What have you been eating before this?

[ They pass by a bunch of middle schoolers loitering around on the street, and the whispers start.

"Hey, look over there! It's the Ghost Girl!" "Scary... Let's get out of here." "No way, you really believe that?" "Yeah, I heard she died in that hospital. That place is cursed, you know?" "I heard that too! That this girl got real sick and lost all her hair and died! That's not her real hair!" "Haha, that's gross!" "Prove it! I dare you to pull on it!" "No, you do it!"

etc etc kids suck ]

[ Middle school students probably don't know any better.

Despite that, Terry's not particularly in the mood to hear those things said by Kido, if ever, really. He looks up, stops typing away at the keypad and glares at the group of kids to serve as a warning.

If any of you kids even take a step in their direction, it looks like Terry will have to partake in the first NPC kill in the game. ]

[ Anyway, he turns to Kido, smiling as if that just didn't happen. ]

They're mostly for you! Chocolate and fruits help your body feel better by reducing pain and lower stress hormones.

[ The only reason why he can sound smart about it is because he often had to eat these during recovery phase back home, where Jace piled them on Terry because Jace couldn't cook for shit. ]

I thought it could help a little and... I just feel like eating pasta, I guess.

[ The kids freeze under Terry's glare and avert their eyes, whispering amongst themselves as Kido and Terry keep walking. Without a hood over her head and no earbuds in her ears, the whispering doesn't escape Kido's attention either, a glower working its way onto her face. Ha ha, sure brings back memories, being talked about like that... ]

I guess... I have painkillers prescribed that should work for the pain, and protein would be better for rebuilding the body and stuff. We can see what sort of fruit is on sale.

[ You can't just stuff yourself full of protein, though, and protein doesn't make you happy like chocolate does... Kido's not really sure her stress hormones have ever been low, especially not now, when she can hear the shuffling footsteps behind her.

Middle schoolers are stupid, and that stupidity makes them particularly fearless, splitting into two groups behind Kido and Terry and exchanging furtive glances between them. Can't back off from a dare. ]

Yeah, maybe there will be strawberries and bananas. I can make a smoothie from those too, so that would be perfect!

[ Terry, of course, hears the footsteps too. The roads aren't exactly paved here, so he spins Kido closer to him, holds her, and accelerates at top speed, which really kicks up a lot of dust and sand. It's not killing the kids, but whatever health detriment they get out of the huge cloud of dust isn't his fault. Yeah. Totally.

Though it's only a short sprint, so he gradually comes to a stop and lets Kido down again, but still holding her hand. ]

Oh, look. They're having a sale on apples. Five per household... Hm.

[ All the kids are going to suffocate...

Kido also lets out a shout of surprise when she's suddenly zooming through town, and by the time she's let down on the ground again, she tries to shake her hand out of Terry's grasp.

She will never ever get used to that, especially because he keeps doing it without warning ahhhh!!! ]

We're not a household! Then we can get ten apples!

[ Or they can just get in line several times with different cashiers like my parents do because the cashiers are too busy to care and my parents are shameless, this is how you beat the system. ]

Not a household, huh?

[ He laughs a little and lets go of her hand when she tries to shake it out of his grasp. ]

Yeah, we can get ten apples. They're really cheap too, for a fourth of the original price. [ He picks up a shopping basket. ] If you want to eat something else in particular, just put it in here.

Just for right now, we're not a household...

[ They are a household until sales demand that they can't be. She takes the basket so they can each have their own and be not the same household when it comes time to check out, but she's also putting things in Terry's basket. Potatoes, onions, beef... all the heavy things... Things that will keep for a long time or freeze well so they can use at their own leisure.

And then there's the seafood she stops in front of, because none of this is probably real fish. ]

[ As usual, he has no problems with carrying all that. Terry looks over at the bundle of licorice, ponders a moment, and gets it. This is just in case anyone gets a stomach problem in the household ever again... Yeah, that's it. When he's done getting the stuff he wants, he walks over to where Kido is. ]

Snapper, mackerel, or cod?

[ He grabs a pack of imitation crab meat off the shelf. ]

Mackerel, to lend flavor to the pasta, unless you're focusing on the flavor of the sauce, then cod might be better. ...Do you like sea food that much?

[ Why buy fake crab when you can buy fake fish that's at least shaped like what it's supposed to be?

Most of the lighter ingredients in her basket is stuff like curry powder and breadcrumbs, but despite what she said before, she does get herself two small boxes of chocolate: one with dark chocolate with mint inside that sort of tastes like toothpaste, and the other that's cone shaped and is half milk chocolate and half strawberry. These are for lying in bed while crying, if she needs to continue doing that for another week. ]

[ Hopefully she'll get to eat her chocolates in peace instead of mixing them with tears... Terry asks the seafood guy to get him a cod wrapped up and ready to go. ]

They're okay, but I don't like them that much. Also these are easy to eat. Everyone also makes boring alfredo pasta or with spaghetti sauce... I wanna eat something different for once. A different pasta...

[ This only applied to back home, since he hasn't had a chance to eat those things here. He receives the wrapped cod from the person behind the counter and puts that in his basket too. ]

[ Sweet and salty can be a good flavor combo okay ]

Hm... I know how to make things with somen or udon, but I don't know too much about that sort of pasta. Unless you want to try a bookstore to see if they have recipe books?

[ Does noodle soup count as pasta at all, probably not ]

[ Absolutely not!!! ]

I know how to cook pasta, so it's okay. I probably won't need a recipe book, since I get the basics of it! It's just adding a twist to it and I'll definitely make it taste good!

[ He sounds so! Determined!! To make pasta!!! As he plucks a himalayan-pink salt equivalent off the shelf. ]

[ Kido places the salt back on the shelf. ]

Salt is salt.

[ That pink stuff is expensive, Terry, stop that. ]

But it's cheap... [ ...er than usual.

Well, fine. He plucks out a container of kosher salt instead. ]

[ Kido put this one back too. ]

We don't have salt at home?

[ Regular cheap table salt ]

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