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xp_logsSam takes Adri out grocery shopping to give her some help with the same. Fun, awkward conversation ensues!
Sam wasn't the greatest cook in the world but he was more than able to cook for himself when the need called for it. Having a bunch of younger siblings and often having to help look after them while he was growing up had helped him out with that. He was only happy to help Adrienne out if she needed some tips and tricks with the same, so he'd volunteered to go along with her.
After they met up, they headed for the supermarket, and once inside they went to grab a shopping cart. Sam was now leaning slightly on the handles of the one they chose, which had a wobbly wheel - didn't they always have at least one of those? - and they started going down through the aisles.
"Now, is there anything in mind that you're looking for in particular, before we get started, Adri?" He wasn't sure how much she did and didn't know so that seemed like a good first question to ask.
"Well, I'm a vegetarian," she explained, following along with Sam and the shopping cart, taking in the throng of people striding about purposefully under the bright flourescent lights, filling baskets and carts. "So maybe some vegetables? Wow, this music is awful."
"Ahhh, ok, hmm." That may have thrown a slight monkeywrench into his plans, since some of the things he usually made - hamburgers, hot dogs, and the like - wouldn't work. Although there were veggie varieties of those things, so maybe it'd still be useful. "Right, vegetables, let's take a look." He headed the cart towards the produce aisle. "It really is, ain't it? Must be something to it, maybe it makes you wanna shop in a hurry and get out, make impulse buys, I don't know, because it's the same everywhere, heh."
The produce aisle was a strange and wonderful place filled with vividly coloured things, more than half of which Adrienne couldn't name. There were a half-dozen different kinds of salads in bags complete with little bags of dressing inside, and she picked one up incredulously. "Nearly four dollars a damn bag?! I thought this stuff was supposed to be cheaper than a restaurant?"
It was fairly strange to Sam too, for the most part, though he'd often pick up the odd bag of apples or some bananas, that kinda thing. He looked at what Adri had picked up and shrugged. "Well, I guess that stuff's already prepared, for the most part. Might be cheaper if you bought what was in it separately and made it yourself... what's that one?" Maybe they could price the components of the salad and compare.
"Caesar," she answered, reading the label. "You think it's cheaper making it myself?" She laughed wryly, setting the bag down and picking up a head of romaine lettuce. "I couldn't tell you if it would be cheaper. I can tell you how much the newest Jimmy Choos cost all the way in Milan, but I can't tell you how much a damn head of lettuce costs at the damn supermarket."
Sam grinned and flicked the one of the little labels at the bottom of the freezer. "They're all priced by weight down here. You can kinda estimate how much it'll be, they'll weigh it when you go through the check out." He reached over for a little plastic bag to put the lettuce in. "Who's Jimmy Choo?" He pushed the cart along a bit further looking for more of the salad's ingredients. "It should be cheaper, and you should have enough ingredients for a few servings, usually."
Adrienne laughed at the question about Jimmy Choo. "He makes shoes. Pretty ones." She watched Sam put the lettuce into a bag and into the cart, taking mental notes. "That's a lot of tomatoes," she muttered when they got to a counter filled with different varieties, eyeing the prices on the labels. "So is there really any difference in taste between a... vine tomato and a field tomato?" she inquired, noticing that grape tomatoes were almost four times as much money as field tomatoes. "I mean, they all look like tomatoes to me!"
"Like sneakers and such?" He'd heard of Reeboks and Nikes and what have you but never Choos. Huh. Sam shrugged and looked over at the tomatoes. "Well... yeah, they kinda all look the same, but generally speaking the more expensive ones are better quality. Grown differently and all that." He nodded, not quite sure how else to explain it. "Like anything else you get what you pay for, pretty much."
Giggling, Adrienne shook her head. "More like stilettos. I'm curious- when are sneakers pretty?" She picked up the cheapest type of tomato. "It seems like the best course of action in this case" she mused, "may be to buy the cheapest thing, and if it tastes okay then I won't have to keep buying the most expensive thing? Try to develop a... less refined palate? Don't introduce it to nice things so it won't become snobby and make me want to punch it?"
Sam shrugged. "I don't know, I guess some people might think they can be pretty. I don't know much about what counts as fashion these days, I reckon." He chuckled, then looked at the tomato she picked up. "Yeah, I think that's the right approach to take. And your palate will appreciate you not beatin' it up too. I think you're getting the hang of this whole grocery shopping thing, Adri."
"Well, you've been a big help," Adrienne replied with a grin, eyeing different types of cucumbers and adding the cheapest type to the cart. "Holy crap, are grapes always this expensive?"
Looking over at the price tag, Sam nodded. "Well, now they are, not always. Some stuff is priced depending on how available it is, you know. Whether it's in season or not."
"Because it's getting too cold to grow grapes? I suppose that makes sense," Adrienne shrugged. She noticed a sale sign on the avocados and steered Sam over to the bin, going to put two of them in the cart. "Okay, one of these feels all mushy and one feels like a... rock. Are they supposed to vary like that?"
"Exactly, now you're catchin' on." He grinned and then walked over to the avacados with Adrienne. "Yeah, it depends on how you like 'em. If you're not sure aim for something in the middle, or try one of each, I guess."
Adrienne thought the 'try one of each' strategy was the best idea at this point, so she put both avocados in her cart. After adding a bag of oranges which were on sale, they drifted into the meat section of the store. "Is that what I think it is?" she inquired, squinting and stepping closer to a package on one of the shelves in the meat cooler. "Eeew! It's a tongue!" she shrieked.
"Yup, that it is. It's supposed to be pretty tasty, I hear." Sam hadn't eaten any tongue meat before that he knew of, but he probably might have in the past without knowing it. It didn't bother him too much, at any rate, unless it was alive and moving or something. "You might wanna move a bit further down the line, then, Adri." He motioned for her to move further along, trying to stand between her and the chicken hearts and other things in this part of the meat section.
"Oh Christ, I'm gonna throw up," Adrienne murmured, detouring down what turned out to be the feminine hygeine products aisle to get away from the offending tongue. "Wow, that's a lot of tampons," she muttered, eyebrow raised as she froze in her tracks. "I didn't know the grocery store had tampons."
Sam chuckled at her reaction, but stopped once he followed her down the aisle to which she'd escaped. "Oh, uh, yeah, that... that sure is." He didn't know that either but in his defense he had never had any reason to inquire about such a thing. "So, uh, what else do you need to get?" Please don't say tampons.
Sam's uncomfortable and perfectly male reaction to the tampon aisle had Adrienne giggling. "I think I should completely fill this cart with tampons and condoms and lubricant and... oooh, hemmerhoid cream, all those lovely things, just to watch you squirm."
"Right, so, that's a yes on the tongue, then? How many do you want?" Two could play at that game, but they were no longer standing in front of the meat freezer, they were in Lady Land, so Adri had the upper hand. "We really should probably go somewhere else, though. Like... milk. You need milk."
Adrienne feigned gagging over the tongue comment and perked up at the suggestion to move on. "Milk, yes! And bread. And... I don't know, pasta or something. Lead on to those various items, oh faithful guide! I'm sort of enjoying this," she admitted, "it's almost like a scavenger hunt, only slightly lamer."
"They're both over here, I think." The baked goods corner was tucked away just ahead, which then lead to the milk and cheese section, thankfully far away from both the tongues and tampons. "Heh, yeah, it kinda is, isn't it?" Sam was enjoying himself too, even after all the talk of lubricant and such.
Sam wasn't the greatest cook in the world but he was more than able to cook for himself when the need called for it. Having a bunch of younger siblings and often having to help look after them while he was growing up had helped him out with that. He was only happy to help Adrienne out if she needed some tips and tricks with the same, so he'd volunteered to go along with her.
After they met up, they headed for the supermarket, and once inside they went to grab a shopping cart. Sam was now leaning slightly on the handles of the one they chose, which had a wobbly wheel - didn't they always have at least one of those? - and they started going down through the aisles.
"Now, is there anything in mind that you're looking for in particular, before we get started, Adri?" He wasn't sure how much she did and didn't know so that seemed like a good first question to ask.
"Well, I'm a vegetarian," she explained, following along with Sam and the shopping cart, taking in the throng of people striding about purposefully under the bright flourescent lights, filling baskets and carts. "So maybe some vegetables? Wow, this music is awful."
"Ahhh, ok, hmm." That may have thrown a slight monkeywrench into his plans, since some of the things he usually made - hamburgers, hot dogs, and the like - wouldn't work. Although there were veggie varieties of those things, so maybe it'd still be useful. "Right, vegetables, let's take a look." He headed the cart towards the produce aisle. "It really is, ain't it? Must be something to it, maybe it makes you wanna shop in a hurry and get out, make impulse buys, I don't know, because it's the same everywhere, heh."
The produce aisle was a strange and wonderful place filled with vividly coloured things, more than half of which Adrienne couldn't name. There were a half-dozen different kinds of salads in bags complete with little bags of dressing inside, and she picked one up incredulously. "Nearly four dollars a damn bag?! I thought this stuff was supposed to be cheaper than a restaurant?"
It was fairly strange to Sam too, for the most part, though he'd often pick up the odd bag of apples or some bananas, that kinda thing. He looked at what Adri had picked up and shrugged. "Well, I guess that stuff's already prepared, for the most part. Might be cheaper if you bought what was in it separately and made it yourself... what's that one?" Maybe they could price the components of the salad and compare.
"Caesar," she answered, reading the label. "You think it's cheaper making it myself?" She laughed wryly, setting the bag down and picking up a head of romaine lettuce. "I couldn't tell you if it would be cheaper. I can tell you how much the newest Jimmy Choos cost all the way in Milan, but I can't tell you how much a damn head of lettuce costs at the damn supermarket."
Sam grinned and flicked the one of the little labels at the bottom of the freezer. "They're all priced by weight down here. You can kinda estimate how much it'll be, they'll weigh it when you go through the check out." He reached over for a little plastic bag to put the lettuce in. "Who's Jimmy Choo?" He pushed the cart along a bit further looking for more of the salad's ingredients. "It should be cheaper, and you should have enough ingredients for a few servings, usually."
Adrienne laughed at the question about Jimmy Choo. "He makes shoes. Pretty ones." She watched Sam put the lettuce into a bag and into the cart, taking mental notes. "That's a lot of tomatoes," she muttered when they got to a counter filled with different varieties, eyeing the prices on the labels. "So is there really any difference in taste between a... vine tomato and a field tomato?" she inquired, noticing that grape tomatoes were almost four times as much money as field tomatoes. "I mean, they all look like tomatoes to me!"
"Like sneakers and such?" He'd heard of Reeboks and Nikes and what have you but never Choos. Huh. Sam shrugged and looked over at the tomatoes. "Well... yeah, they kinda all look the same, but generally speaking the more expensive ones are better quality. Grown differently and all that." He nodded, not quite sure how else to explain it. "Like anything else you get what you pay for, pretty much."
Giggling, Adrienne shook her head. "More like stilettos. I'm curious- when are sneakers pretty?" She picked up the cheapest type of tomato. "It seems like the best course of action in this case" she mused, "may be to buy the cheapest thing, and if it tastes okay then I won't have to keep buying the most expensive thing? Try to develop a... less refined palate? Don't introduce it to nice things so it won't become snobby and make me want to punch it?"
Sam shrugged. "I don't know, I guess some people might think they can be pretty. I don't know much about what counts as fashion these days, I reckon." He chuckled, then looked at the tomato she picked up. "Yeah, I think that's the right approach to take. And your palate will appreciate you not beatin' it up too. I think you're getting the hang of this whole grocery shopping thing, Adri."
"Well, you've been a big help," Adrienne replied with a grin, eyeing different types of cucumbers and adding the cheapest type to the cart. "Holy crap, are grapes always this expensive?"
Looking over at the price tag, Sam nodded. "Well, now they are, not always. Some stuff is priced depending on how available it is, you know. Whether it's in season or not."
"Because it's getting too cold to grow grapes? I suppose that makes sense," Adrienne shrugged. She noticed a sale sign on the avocados and steered Sam over to the bin, going to put two of them in the cart. "Okay, one of these feels all mushy and one feels like a... rock. Are they supposed to vary like that?"
"Exactly, now you're catchin' on." He grinned and then walked over to the avacados with Adrienne. "Yeah, it depends on how you like 'em. If you're not sure aim for something in the middle, or try one of each, I guess."
Adrienne thought the 'try one of each' strategy was the best idea at this point, so she put both avocados in her cart. After adding a bag of oranges which were on sale, they drifted into the meat section of the store. "Is that what I think it is?" she inquired, squinting and stepping closer to a package on one of the shelves in the meat cooler. "Eeew! It's a tongue!" she shrieked.
"Yup, that it is. It's supposed to be pretty tasty, I hear." Sam hadn't eaten any tongue meat before that he knew of, but he probably might have in the past without knowing it. It didn't bother him too much, at any rate, unless it was alive and moving or something. "You might wanna move a bit further down the line, then, Adri." He motioned for her to move further along, trying to stand between her and the chicken hearts and other things in this part of the meat section.
"Oh Christ, I'm gonna throw up," Adrienne murmured, detouring down what turned out to be the feminine hygeine products aisle to get away from the offending tongue. "Wow, that's a lot of tampons," she muttered, eyebrow raised as she froze in her tracks. "I didn't know the grocery store had tampons."
Sam chuckled at her reaction, but stopped once he followed her down the aisle to which she'd escaped. "Oh, uh, yeah, that... that sure is." He didn't know that either but in his defense he had never had any reason to inquire about such a thing. "So, uh, what else do you need to get?" Please don't say tampons.
Sam's uncomfortable and perfectly male reaction to the tampon aisle had Adrienne giggling. "I think I should completely fill this cart with tampons and condoms and lubricant and... oooh, hemmerhoid cream, all those lovely things, just to watch you squirm."
"Right, so, that's a yes on the tongue, then? How many do you want?" Two could play at that game, but they were no longer standing in front of the meat freezer, they were in Lady Land, so Adri had the upper hand. "We really should probably go somewhere else, though. Like... milk. You need milk."
Adrienne feigned gagging over the tongue comment and perked up at the suggestion to move on. "Milk, yes! And bread. And... I don't know, pasta or something. Lead on to those various items, oh faithful guide! I'm sort of enjoying this," she admitted, "it's almost like a scavenger hunt, only slightly lamer."
"They're both over here, I think." The baked goods corner was tucked away just ahead, which then lead to the milk and cheese section, thankfully far away from both the tongues and tampons. "Heh, yeah, it kinda is, isn't it?" Sam was enjoying himself too, even after all the talk of lubricant and such.
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