"We got the bread... eggs, milk... some soup," Otomeza tallied off out loud as she pushed the cart along, down an aisle of paper products. She squinted through it, trying to remember where everything was in the layout of the store as she read from her shopping list. It was hard enough to try to remember where everything was in a store she had made few trips to, in her short time here since moving, but Iridian wasn't making things any easier. No, she wasn't mad at him for being curious about all these products he's never tried -- or seen -- before, but his constant questions and exclamations were making it entirely difficult to concentrate on holding a thought. Perhaps she should just count her lucky stars that his gluttonous attributes didn't affect his appetite, like the paperwork from the facility sounded like the genes would.

"What're these?" the colorful fish-spawn asked for what seemed like the hundredth time, pulling another random box from the shelves.

It was very difficult for Otomeza to plaster a smile on her face, no matter how weak it was, and trying not to look frustrated and tired and... well, grumpy. "The box says s'mores, hon," she replied, mildly exasperated as she plodded along the aisle.

Iridian's nose scrunched a little before turning back to her with a smile, "Bu' it doesn't look like any s'more I've ever seen before!"

Although he played the action as if he were annoyed with his brother's rambling, Cheyenne snatched the box with curiosity in mind. After giving the front of the box a quick look-over, he made a motion as though he were about to bonk Iridian's head with the box, but never moving more than a few feet from his twin's head. "It's s'mores flavored," he responded, "Of course it's not a s'more; they're not bars."

"Oh crud..." Otomeza cut in unintentionally as she scanned the shopping list again. Glancing behind her at the banners that labeled the aisles, she confirmed her mild worry as the twins stared up at her in confusion. "Could you two stay here and watch the cart while I go back for something? We went right past the condiments, and I didn't pick them up. I'll just be a moment," she asked before hopping off hastily to retrieve the missed items.

"Kaaay!" Iridian chirped, grabbing onto the handle of the cart to get his point across. Cheyenne sighed, rocking in place as he proceeded to wait, but his older brother had something else in mind, "China, c'mere a moment! I have an idea I wanna try out."

The pale child hesitated momentarily, put off by that seemingly-harmless smile that was sure to underlie something else; it always did. After a moment of deliberation, however, he was sure that he'd rather deal with whatever Iridian was planning than the whining that was sure to ensue if he didn't cooperate. "What is it no-- HEY!"

Before he was able to finish his question, Iridian was already hoisting his brother into the basket at the front of the shopping cart. Luckily, nothing was in the basket save for Otomeza's purse, and Cheyenne was able to grab onto the back of the basket before plummeting into it. He didn't have to ask what was going on before he realized what his brother was scheming, the cart picking up speed down the aisle. "Hold on!" he giggled, trying to be loud enough for the other shoppers to realize what it was they were doing and stay out of the runway. Halfway down, Iridian hopped onto the cart himself, clinging onto it as he tried to shift his body weight so as not to tip the cart over. Eyes spotting the warning on the front, he noticed a stick-figure portrayal of exactly what they were doing, but with a red line through it. He only snorted in laughter.