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Shopping for a child of the greed demon was dangerous; and not the kind of dangerous where you would find a hold up happening in the local super market. It was the kind of dangerous where you knew you would be tempted to do something you shouldn't. Such was Vincent's dilema. It didn't matter that the item he was looking at wasn't worth much, and would have been of no use to him; it was the fact that it was there. He tore his eyes away from it, and glanced around. He was supposed to be shopping for groceries. He pulled the shopping list out of his pocket.

"Okay," he muttered, trying to decipher his mother's writing. It was small and cramped together, but somehow he managed it. "Popcorn..." What aisle would popcorn be in? And what in the would was anise seed? He knew his mother used it for cooking, but where would it be found? He had no natural talent when it came to shopping; not like his sisters seemed to. They always knew how to spot a bargen, always knew where to go to find certain items.

Vincent silently decided shopping was a girl thing.

Vincent wasn't watching where he was going. he had spotted something especially shiny. He lifted a clawed hand to take it. Her froze once he realized what he was doing. Stealing was wrong! That had been drilled into his head by both parents. "Oh right," he muttered. "Popcorn." Unfortunately his distraction led to nearly bumping into a familar preteen's cart. "Lissy!" he gasped, veering his cart to the side and almost hitting a shelf instead. It wasn't the crash that had him in such a state; it was the sight of Elisabetta. He hadn't seen her since the night she'd come to watch a movie with him.

"How are you? ...You're not pregnant, are you?" He hoped she wasn't, but then he wasn't exactly sure that what they had done caused pregnancy in the first place.

Vincent frowned. He hadn't meant it like that; but clearly his words had come off as indifferent towards her. He caught up to her, almost forgetting entirely about why he was there in the first place. "Hey, Lissy," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I was worried, is all. I didn't think we could raise a baby... we're still kids. You ran and I didn't know what to do." In all honesty, he had panicked.

"...I was scared you wouldn't want to see me again after... See... I really, really..." he was having trouble speaking now; a difficulty he was rarely faced with. A blush crept to his cheeks. "...You know how I asked you to go on that date? To make Sammi and Reiya happy? I lied. It wouldn't be for them--it'd make me happy too..." Ugh. He couldn't stop now.

"See Lissy... I've loved you all this time."

"I didn't know that..." Vincent confessed. He hadn't. He hadn't even been sure of what they had done. He had worried; he hadn't wanted his parents to find out, and surely if Lissy had come with a baby, they would have realized... Surely he would have gotten in trouble. His mother

"Really I do," he said. "I have, for a long time. I kept it quiet because... well..." Ugh. This struggling to talk to someone who had always been easy to talk to was getting on his nerves. "I didn't think you'd like me back. I didn't expect--you know--to happen. Ever," he shook his head. "It surprised me. I didn't know what to do--I didn't call because I thought you'd hang up on me."

He looked down at his feet. "I'll make sure to call you next time though."

"I know it's stupid," Vincent said with a nod. His mother told this to him daily; he should have had it memorized by now. "I know I should have asked before--but I thought you'd say no... I was really afraid that you'd reject me." He leaned forward and did something even he didn't expect. He kissed her on the cheek.

"I'll call," he promised. "I'll call every day. As often as you like." He would, too. Knowing she liked him--though he still somewhat doubted that she did--had lifted a weight he hadn't known he'd been carrying from his chest. "Do you want to shop together?" he asked.

Vincent nodded in agreement, and gave her a smile. "Of course I'll call. Unless Sammi and Reiya get to it first. They might, you know. With one of their schemes to set us up--not that I mind!" he added quickly. His twin sisters' schemes were more amusing now than they ever had been, now that he knew Lissy liked him too.

He couldn't help thinking as he watched her, that she was cute when she blushed. He was slightly surprised when she took his hand. He looked at her, and gave a shy smile. "Boyfriend, huh? I like the sound of that," he said. "I think I would like to be your boyfriend." That made her his girlfriend, and that was all that mattered, right?

Vincent groaned. "They probably have," he said. "Knowing them, they're probably watching us with spy cameras or whatever." He paused, and frowned slightly. Being greed, he wasn't very good at paying for other people. Even if she was his girlfriend. He looked at the list, before looking at her. How could he resist?

"I guess I could... pay. Just this once," he added. He was determined not to make a habit of this. "I've got a bunch of cooking stuff," he showed her his list. "I think mom wants to make cookies or something." He shrugged. "Where to first?"

Whatever Vincent had expected, it hadn't been for Lissy to climb into the cart. "Don't you think--well. The cart'll be kind of heavy," he amended. One of his mother's rules was to never, ever, comment on a girl's weight. He thought this was rather wise; girls seemed to be sensative on certain subjects for unknown reasons. Like whether a outfit made them look bad or not; you could never say it did. Or someone like Vinny would end up with a black eye. His sisters had demonstrated this.

He sighed. It looked like he'd be doing all the work (and all the buying, to his displeasure) in this relationship. "Understood," he pushed the cart forward a ways. "Where to?"