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Pippin tenses up as if he's going to say something as a quick reply, but his shoulders drop on a second thought. "No," he admits quickly, balancing a jar of peanut butter against a packet of marshmallows. "Maddy - she's my sister's eldest - usually does the shopping, s'well as the cooking. And before that it was my wife."

Moving her hands up to the closest bare wire of the cart, April curls her fingers against it, planning on an escape. The cart immediately reacts by tipping its weight along with the toddler, the pile threatening to topple.

Pippin's hands shoot out instinctively, having had quite a while to get used to the things his overly curious daughter can manage to get herself into, or in this case out of. Slipping her out carefully, the cart almost breathes a sigh of relief at the excess space provided when the toddler is expelled. Her fingers grasp the fabric of Pippin's coat, and it seems the girl doesn't even seem to acknowledge the danger she would have been in.

Sighing quite audibly, he's inwardly surprised with himself at how he managed to avert that situation. More than likely, or at least most days he can recall, he would have made the accident even worse while interfering. Raising his eyes to DS again, his cheeks visibly redden from the interruption.

"Help? Help would be good, oh, yes yes. I don't even remember the last time I came to one of these places..." He murmrus something into April's ear, pressing his lips on the top of her head in a peck of a kiss. "I mean, maybe I've gotten a little carried away, but most of the stuff I picked out should be non parishables. Kinda. Mostly."

He scans the cart for a quick lookover, nodding to agree with his own statement. "Though, if you'd allow it of course, we could check out together. I'm well-to-do money wise, rest assured, but those House Devil-Monkeys have no interest in money value to save my place. I know, I already tried.."

Sighing offhand, he gently bounces April against his coat. She has her head against his chest, eyes closed as her ear focuses on the sound of his heartbeat. His higher hand presses subconsciously onto her shoulder, continuing to hold her firmly against his person. "I understand how people get touchy about receiving money favours, but rest assured all the inheritance money is plenty clean."

He laughs here at his own secret. They can't call his money dirty money, nono! He'd hand washed and blow dried all the bills himself!

Pippin erupts into giggles - not even laughs, but pure giggles - at the woman's reaction to his offer. Adjusting the angle of his cart so he can lean the toddler and his waist against the handle while rummaging, he produces four hundred dollars in crisp bills, handing them over between two fingers.

"Enjoy yourself!" he exclaims with a grin, leaving the wallet out in attempts to save him time fumbling during the trip to checkout. His watch is exposed due to the awkward balancing act he has to perform - toddler, wallet, cart - and with a glance at it, he changes pace. "I most certainly have driven myself off schedule, pleasantly enough. Whoever likes schedules, anyway? A waste of time to make them, alotting times for every action. It's too rigid for my tastes."

Holding the wallet under his chin, he manages a flutter of fingers in a wave before readjusting the position of the now fast asleep April. With her pressed against his shoulder, the wallet semi-secure under his pointed chin, he flashes some pearly whites and calls out with a brief, "So long!" on his way to the cash, left rear wheel of the cart squeaking noisily until both the man and the cart disappear from sight.