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 Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 9:18 pm
Mayumi carried a shopping basket in one hand and her purse looped in the crook of her other elbow as she studied the selection of snack foods with the enthusiasm of someone checking their refrigerator at midnight. Something about recent ... events had messed with her perception of taste, or at least something in her life had found a way to make it so nothing in the whole store sounded appetizing. The girl was thankful she did not have to cook for herself all the time, though - she was only here for munchies and for something for dinners on St. Mags' meatloaf days.
A 2-pound box of strawberries sat lonely in her basket for the moment, though, as Mayumi raised her free hand to her lips and sighed at the crackers and cookies.
"Which of you sound the least disgusting right now?" she demanded of the selection.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 8:53 pm
Rare was the occasion when Evalia actually went to the grocery store. She grew a large amount of her own food at home, in her gardens and her green house, but even with her home canned and preserved foods, the transition between winter and spring was always the hardest. The foods she had canned and jarred herself ran low, and even though the fresh green, clean scent of spring was seeping back into the world, the seeds were just now sprouting, and so her home grown bounty was small. And shopping was often made difficult, being both a veterinarian and having a personal dislike pesticides and chemicals, it was like some sort of edible treasure hunt.
Her basket was already brimming, Some Vegetables and Fruits, looking rather small and pathetic in comparison to their genetically enhanced non-organic cousins on the shelf, dried rice noodles, tofu, and a small wheel of cheese she had stumbled upon which contained no rennet what so ever, a rare find, indeed. And as always, she would go pick up a box of the horrible small orange squares of cardboard her father was addicted to. He called them " Chees-its " and she called them disgusting. But when her father was home, he was almost always seen snacking on them, and as queen of grocery shopping in her home, it was her job to make sure they were in stock.
She joined another girl standing in front of the wall of box's and bags in time to hear her interrogating the baked snacks, and couldn't help but giggle quietly " From my personal experience, they all are about equally disgusting " It didn't even occur to her that it was probably rude to join in on a conversation that she wasn't invited to, especially when the person was talking to themselves.
She spied the little cheese crackers and plucked up a box, nestling it into her basket were it looked very out of place.
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 6:24 pm
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Mayumi replied, glancing to the stranger and offering a quick smile. Her expression betrayed amusement, not irritation, at the new participant in the conversation; she had not quite realized she had spoken aloud, and was more pleased than anything that the stranger did not think her strange.
Her grey eyes followed the other girl as she reached for the Chees-its, and wrinkled her nose. "Ah, I used to love those things when I was little, but I can't stand them now. Grew out of them, I guess." She used the toe of one ballet flat shoe to point at a "party-size" bag of barbeque-flavored potato chips on the bottom shelf and added, "Those, too. Ugh, they still taste good, but I just feel awful afterwords."
She switched her basket to her other hand and sighed a pained confession: "I love the salt, though."
Then she looked to the stranger and asked, "I dunno, what do you like?" A slight laugh. "Or used to like, at least?"
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