whistling to himself with some unknown tune that’s been stuck in his head for days, zander pushed his squeaky cart along the dairy aisle. he knew what he was doing. oh yeah, he always knew what he was doing. pseudo-confidence got him all through high school and half of his college, and it would definitely get him through one meal. why did he do this to himself? why did he purposely put himself in a stressful situation? ah, being around the twins and ethan made him proactive, that might be a problem in the future. he sighed to himself, pursing his lips and stopping the delightful tune that he had been sharing with the other shoppers. was a surprise meal really a good idea for his roommates? what if he fucked up? he might get some food smashed into his face. at least he knew ethan would comfort him in his misery. or he’d follow the twins’ example and partake in the zander burning. ooh, the more he thought about this, the more he didn’t want to do it. but his roommates deserved a night off, and zander was going to deliver. “oh fuck--!” zander exclaimed, the egg carton dropping down by his feet. splatters of yolk covered his shoes and the surrounding floor. so maybe he was a little too lost in his thoughts -- not the best move. zander sighed loudly again, bending down to wipe the yolk off with his hands. again, not the best move. “grody...”