Emil lifted the basket for Jiji to drop the pack into and reached up for another. With her haki, she couldnât sense any difference between those and any other packs. Under her fingers, she felt the ridges and dips typical of rectangular biscuits like crackers. Still, it wouldnât mean those were graham kind. Emil always needed help when shopping, be it the shopkeeper or someone accompanying her.
She had plans, and they required a lot of graham crackers. Sure she could bake some herself, but why when storebought were perfectly fine? It would be like a writer making their paper and ink; while technically possible, why would they?
At his gesture toward his back, Emil tilted her head and stepped to the side. She eyed him as if looking around his shoulder at what felt like two sheathed daggers. Without them out, she couldnât say much about them, other than there seemed to be two gems on their pommels. Or at least something cut into a gem-typical shape; for all Emil knew from there, those could be playdoh.
His comment gained a chuckle. âYes, I bet it would cause a misunderstanding if someone entered an aisle with two people, one of which held their weapons out.â Would they cry robbery? Probably. Was that Jijiâs concern, or was he uncomfortable showing those blades to the world in general? The way he accented the âhomeâ was odd.
âI need a lot of mascarpone or cream cheese. Whichever they may have.â Emil waved him toward the end of the aisle. âIf you spot a jar with olives, grab two.â She ever him and snickered. âOr three. Any other snacks than olives that you like? We can grab them as well if you wish to.â
     SUDDENLY Jiji shuddered, paying close attention to her actions as she touched the items in the basket. He leaned forward slightly and observed her face carefully, widening her eyes as he noticed the pale tone in her eyes. His carelessness had made him overlook a detail such as her lack of sight, something that made him quickly rethink his next steps.
He scratched his neck nervously and a soft pout appeared in his face, trying to control the shame he felt for his behaviour. A long sigh escaped his lips and, once again, Jijiâs face returned to a broad and bright smile. â Yeah, we still need to finish shopping and causing a scene would be a mess. How about we do this? â
With a swift movement of his fingers, one of the daggers unhooked from his belt and Jiji carefully dropped it in the basket. It wasnât a big deal, after all. It wasnât as if he couldnât react to any attack from his companion. â If you check them discreetly, maybe we can get away with something like that. Iâll go search for the other things.â
Jijiâs boots tapped on the floor, making a gentle squish as he searched around for the final items. He grabbed the cheese on his left hand as his fingers brushed over the jars, looking for the olives. â Two or three jars... Hey, wait! D-Donât make me sound like an olive freak! â His hands clutched the jar, debating whether to actually follow her demand. â Iâm merely someone who enjoys the savoury flavour, come on... â
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