She didn’t deserve the kindness that people had shown to her over the past four years, so she was trying to repay it in little gestures. She could never offer anyone a place to stay, but she could accompany them on the mundane tasks that life had started to require. So when Eric mentioned that he had to go grocery shopping for the week, she offered to accompany him. Her own list consisted of sugar, vanilla extract, and milk, but she didn’t mind wandering the aisles for an extra half hour while he filled the cart with things for Vasya. In Cardiff they had barely said more than a word to each other, but tragedy made for an unshakable bond. Not one that could be discussed over asking about milk, but it was worth remembering all the same. “Do you need bread?” She glanced down the empty aisle, as everything tended to be in this town. There was something comforting about it too, not having to worry about any problems expect for whether to pick white or wheat. “Bagels? I’ve always liked English Muffins.” ( @halfbreederic )
