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[entertainaplanb]

Who: Becky and Shiro (that interaction's closed), anyone else who'd happen to be around
What: Grocery shopping (open), Vermedi sighting (closed)
Where: The grocery!
When: Thursday afternoon


Another week, another paycheck, another grocery run. It's times like these that Becky's glad she only has to worry about feeding herself; it can be hard enough figuring out what she wants to eat.

Screw it, she's getting salad stuff, and she'll actually eat it this time, dammit.

All told, though, it's a fairly unremarkable shopping trip... until she gets outside and stops dead in her tracks, staring across the parking lot.

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING.

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[entertainaplanb]

"Goodness." It probably deserves stronger language, but hey, you start working around third-graders, you stop swearing pretty quickly. Takes more than that to draw one out of Becky.

"I didn't realise these things got that bad. But I'm glad this one doesn't seem to be as hard on you."

[hollowleg]

Yeah, it was probably a good idea to remove cursewords from your vocabulary when you're an elementary teacher.

"Yeah. Well, I don't know. I haven't heard of anyone else having anything as bad as me. Yet. But I don't really want to make a contest out of it..." he shakes his head, "Oh well. I should probably get going, if I'm not going to like... start coughing up my lungs or something."

[entertainaplanb]

"I hope not. That sounds painful." And just ridiculous enough that Becky has to bite back a laugh - poor kid's already had one unpleasant experience along those lines, after all.

"We probably both should. Good luck."

[hollowleg]

He nods, "I guess I'll see you around, Becky. Secret number club forever and all that." He chuckles, then makes his way back over to his bike. Time to try and put the weird vertigo out of his mind and see if he can smoosh all this stuff into the saddlebag...

[entertainaplanb]

Becky manages to crack a smile. "Indeed." And then she heads for her car, packs everything in the trunk and hopes like hell she doesn't have a vertigo attack while she's on the road.

(She doesn't.

Not until she's halfway through cooking dinner.)