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Pushing along a heavily overloaded shopping cart, Pippin keeps his eyes on the rows and rows of cheese. Ohh, Gaia's finest food, and in front of his eyes are endless amounts of it. If the man hadn't kept just an ounce of his sanity, nothing would stop him from buying out the cheese in its entirety. [He certainly has the money to do such an outrageous thing..]

Grinning wildly, he pays no mind to anything in front of him; not that this fact matters, anyway, as the mound of groceries in his cart block the path immediately in front of the cart.

"American, baylough, bleu, brie, cheddar, cheshire, civray, dolcelatte.." murmurs Pippin as his eyes scan the row eye level to him.

"Feta! Feta is gouda, right Apey?" The man chuckles to himself, and most would pass this off as some sort of psychotic episode during which the lime man talks to himself, if not for the next event. The mass of food nearest the handle rustles, followed by the exposure of the head of a girl, presumably toddler aged, her hair drawn up in pigtails and mouth drawn in an unamused line.

Shaking her head, she stacks boxes behind her in an attempt to make more room for herself, having spent the last few minutes trying to dig an escape. As absentminded as her father gets, she's gotten used to events such as this one.

"Okay, feta's no gouda. We'll just get your usual marble," he responds, scrunching his face comically.

Perking up at the re-mention of cheddar, Pippin leans back on his elbows on the cart's handle, changing his grin's direction. "A fabulous choice," he comments offhand. "Sharp cheddar's one of my favourites, up there with brie and gouda themselves!"

Cheese talk. Nothing could please him more, other than Ciara or theftuous hiests or soap opera television.

April makes a face, her tongue poking out at all the names she, unfortunately, recognizes as cheese. It's very likely that, if she had knowledge of such a thing, she'd wish she was lactose intolerant for that very reason. Instead, she lifts more items to ease the weight against her, stacking items behind her unsuccessfully, as they flow back into the newly created space.

"I'd live off the stuff, if I could help it. I can't quite remember what my wife's favourite is, but she's just as fond of cheese as I am." He beams at this fact, as if proud of this common link. "Though I don't know if the whole food craving thing has scrambled that or not."

What a horrific thought. He'd been thankful to miss out on the sporatic food cravings his pregnant wife might have, but for all he knows she could return tomorrow, or the next day, or next week.. She won't like what she finds, either, what with the legal situations he's dug them deep into.

Shaking away that thought, he quickly fills his head with cheese, the delightful thing. "Hopefully not," he adds, straightening up from his now uncomfortable leaning position.

April frowns, wiggling her toes against something disturbingly squishy. Hopefully not the marshmallows, and equally so, the salad. She ducks down to find out just what it is, but not before a certain orange turtle frees himself from her coat and headbutts at a nearby yogurt container. April disappears altogether, the food items relieved to fill the space she offers.

"It'd be quite difficult, yes," he says with a frown, temporarily abandoning the cart to join DS's side. "Her name's Ciara, by the way, an' I'm Pippin." Offering his hand, he displays his signature quirky grin in introduction. "D'you have children, too? April's not biological, but the one on the way is.."

Oh yes, true Pippin fashion - being blantently open and honest with someone he's just met. Something Ciara's fixed in him for the sake of their thieving success, but old habits die hard, especially with her gone from his side for a while.

"Really?" Pippin brightens up immediately at the attention to his pride and joy, one currently swimming against the current of the grocery flow. "How'd they get here?"

He pauses, trying to rephrase that. Sounded a tad rude to assume.. "I mean, what with Gaia being such a diverse place for realities and such."

That'll have to do. If he lets himself ramble, there's no way he'll catch up on correcting himself.

Shaking DS' hand, he smiles quite quickly as his thoughts leave him at the mention of not being biological. Saved! "You don't look like you're preggers, or are you early on..?"

.. Back to the drawing board. Without Ciara there to give him a swift kick with her sharp heels, mistakes and comments that could be considered rude just flow out of his mouth freely, escaping before he has the chance to think about what's been said. "Wha- OH! Ohh, all the food, yes, of course." He laughs dryly, coughing to move on. "I'm .. preparing."

That sounds safe enough. Now, don't continue talking ab-

".. See, the house my wife and I own is - get this! - apparently supposed to be condemned." He taps his fingers on the glass of a case displaying small decorative pieces of cheese. "And well, I haven't exactly found a way to save it yet, I'm no good at plans on my own.."

"It's.. actually kind of a shop. Kinda."

He bites his lip, pressing on. Mostly this is because he's been bursting to tell someone, even if this someone is a complete stranger and could very well be someone working against him or willing to turn him in. But he takes his chances, liking the risk and trusting his instincts.

"My wife and I live there. It's where April and Petra - her kid - came from. To make a long story short, Gaia can make kids in some pretty weird ways." Rubbing two fingers across his forehead, his eyes moving to the floor, they flick back up to DS' face. Keeping his voice low, he ignores the irritated looks from the employee, the cheese long waiting to be paid for. "I'm organizing a revolt with the guardians to keep our Library protected and secure as is, while keeping its secret from being exposed."

He leans back, trying all too late to look subtle, crossing his hands behind his lower back and straightening up to match. With a second thought, his right hand slips into his pocket, producing the sloppy grocery list.

Flipping it over, he clicks the end of the pen and scratches something on the reverse side, folding it awkwardly before holding it out to DS. "Here. It's the address to the house.. If you drop by sometime, I'm sure I could explain things a lot clearer. We could really use all the help we can get, too!"

Cue cheesy, pleading, yet adorable smile.

Lighting up immediately, he drops his hands gently on DS' shoulders, beaming at her as he brings himself directly eye level. There is a slight sparkle in those silver eyes of his. "Thank you. Future Documents thank you. I'll be looking forward to your visit!"

Straightening up as he delivers the last line, he tips down his sunglasses, which, in the heat of the excitement, ended up resting against his small stumpy horns. Smiling at the now irritated cashier, he leans against the table to order himself some cheese.

"I'll take.." he begins to say, waggling his finger through the air at the choices. He starts to continue, but a brief crash of items falling out of his cart startles the words back into him. Whirling around, he catches the last of April shoving items aside to climb back up, clearly disgruntled.

Turning back around, all in the quick action of all his weight on his heel, he delivers the last lines. ".. an assortment worth this much." He slaps down a hundred dollar bill, tapping it with his index finger before raising the opposite one to signal, 'One moment.'

April huffs silently, curling her fingers around Curiosity. As her father joins them, she faintly glares up at him, puffing out her cheeks to emphasize her disapproval.

Pippin clicks his tongue in an apology, softening his expression to match, before swooping down to collect the discarded items in both arms. With slight hesitation as to where to put them down, he balances them on the awkward grocery pile, freeing his hands for navigating the cart. So very good at problem solving, indeed..