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A rather tired halfling pushed the cart down the aisle, stopping infront of the baby food. The worst part of an unexpected pregnancy and even more unexpected birth was the shopping afterwords. Luckily, she had some stuff from previous children, like a crib, playpen, toys, ect. And even a few clothes. But now, she had to stock up on baby food and diapers. Ugh. There went her paycheck for the week.

The source of her misfortune sat in a baby seat in the cart, unaware of her mother's annoyance. They tiny pale one was asleep, blissfully unaware of her surroundings as she snuggleed under her blanket. Her arms wound around her odd-looking doll; a gift from her self-proclaimed godmother, Tuomi. Her car seat jerked a bit as the cart stopped, rousing the infant from her slumber.

The half-elf muttered to herself unintelligibly, comparing the prices of two brands of baby food. Honestly, did they expect her to pay THAT much for tasteless slop? Ugh. Damn economy.....she remembered what the prices used to be.

Aesica sat up in her seat, rubbing her eyes sleepily as the blanket fell away from her head. Tired baby was tired.....and hungry. Her eyes fell on some lady carrying what looked like a patched-up rag doll. She whimpered a little, making grabby-hands at this new person. Hopefully, the lady would get the hint.

Stasia blinked, looking over. "That's odd. She's usually only interested in adults. Huh." she said, her tone rather blunt and not-too-friendly. She was MUCH too tired to pay attention to social niceties. She did manage a faint smile out of courtesy; hopefully it'd make up for her tone.

Ae could have rolled her eyes. Adults were SO stupid sometimes.....ah well. Her eyes fell on the child she was supposedly interested in.....hm. She looked....interesting, to say the least. Dark, almost black, blue eyes regarded the girl, silently sizing her up. Then, the infant raised a small pale hand, waving a little before letting it drop. There, she'd greeted the other child. Nums now?

"Very much unexpected." Stasia murmured, offering a weary smile as she tossed a couple a jars into the cart, giving up. Who cared how much the stupid things cost....ugh. It was a wonder the jars didn't shatter, with how much force was behind the toss.

"This is my daughter, Aesica." the halfling said, motioning to the raven-haired baby. Aesica pulled back a bit, frowning. What was the dolly doing? No touchy-touch! She didn't utter a sound, but an uncomfortable look spread across her pale face.

Stasia smiled. Manners. Feh; it wasn't like she had any room to talk. "Nice t' meetcha, Ivy. I'm called Stasia." the half-elf said, waving once. "The little one's teething, I see." she observed. Oh, she dreaded the day when her little girl started teething....didn't babies scream and get fussy when they were teething? She nodded. "Yeah, and the prices of everything else." she said, rolling her eyes.

Aesica looked relieved when the child's attention switched from her to the teething ring. She wasn't sure what that piece of rubber was for....it seemed to be some kind of chew-toy. Was the dolly-girl part puppy? That'd explain the fur...

Stasia shrugged. "Eh, I've been better. Nothing I can't handle, though." she said, offering a small smile. She was fine, just fine. She looked to the little patchwork baby, offering a small smile. "I wouldn't suggest the rum. Try ice instead; it's less alchoholic and a bit healthier." she offered as advice, looking back up to Ivy. She then waved her hand dismissively, her smile fading a bit. "You don't have to. I can handle it on my own, thanks." She said, frowning. She was NOT a charity case! She could acquire food for her baby all on her own, thank YOU very much!

Aesica shifted in her seat, tiny hands fumbling with the latch. She wanted out of this infernal contraption. She was QUITE tired of listening to adults babble over nothing, thank you very much! She huffed, showing a sliver of her frustration as she struggled against her restraints.

Aesica frown in indignation; being strapped to the seat like a common infant was NOT fun. She made a small, negative-sounding sound in her throat, showing her displeasure in her current situation. Curse whoever the damned soul was who invented this prison on wheels!

Stasia nodded. "It is....It's fine. Don't worry about it." she said, waving her hand dismissively. That wasn't what she wanted to say, but she didn't feel like causing a scene right now. Perhaps another time and another place, but not now.