Gabriel's eyes flitted the shelves restlessly and distasteful as he walked the isles, struggling to find what it was that Elias had wanted him to get. Having no cooking talent of his own, less health food talent, and even less talent with reading labels, Elias was the one who cooked, but being unable to go out during the day caused a good bit of difficulty in the ways of actually getting the food. So he was forced to write a picture-list (similar to a picture-dictionary) for Gabriel to find what he was looking for, accompanied by the name in its native language, a feat that was easier for Elias than it should have been.
Unfortunately, Gabriel was having... well, major trouble, as he had to go down every isle, look at every can and bag along the shelves, and at this point had only managed to get three of the dozen-or-more items that were needed to create whatever concoction Elias was going to make for him. Oh! He had also been there for almost three hours.
He reached for another can, glancing around nervously as his overworked body begged him to ask for help, while his stubborn pride refused to give a single inch. Groaning softly, he compared the can to the picture he'd been drawn and the odd, scrawling Japanese, but the two, again, didn't seem to match. Sighing, he replaced that can and went to the next, wondering if he was going to be going without dinner that night...
