Anya gave him a teasing smile. "But what am I supposed to hold onto now that I've lost my basket?" she asked, walking along next to him as he pushed the cart. "I'd feel kind of silly holding onto the cart like some kind in timeout." She gave an exaggerated sigh. "I don't even have a purse to carry--not that I'd want one jingling and jangling from my arm, anyway."
His eyes glimmering in amusement, Mizuki chuckled lightly. He would offer her his hand, but pushing a cart with one hand wasn't exactly the best way to do it.
"Take a look around," he told her instead. "If you don't mind... I can cook you some dinner tonight, after you meet Noin. Just choose the ingredients."












