As Berwald observed the glass jars with flat metal lids, thinking that perhaps he could try his hand at making lingonberry jam, it took him a few moments to realize that Tino was no longer at his side. His face contorted oddly in his panic, scaring the innocent passerby, but he couldn't help it. Hobby Lobby was such a big store, Tino could be anywhere...
After striding frantically past, he found him only a few aisles away, where Berwald himself had been before he'd wandered off. He was staring at something Berwald couldn't see (in no small part because his gaze was fixed very solidly on his beloved Finn), looking somewhat starstruck.
Tino may or may not have noticed Berwald's presence. "I can't decide..." he muttered, more to himself.
"What?" Berwald asked, and Tino jumped at the sudden noise. Evidently he had not been aware of the Swede.
"Whether or not to buy this..."
Berwald shifted his attention to the object of Tino's conflicts to find a tiny tin bucket, about an inch tall, with a small wire handle not big enough for a ring. As to why he would want this at all, Berwald was not sure, but then he wasn't exactly creative unless it regarded carpentry.
"It's so cute," the Finnish man practically cooed. A little bit confused, Berwald stared at it again, not really seeing the cuteness of it. Though it's miniature size was certainly somewhat more appealing to the eye. "But I don't know what I could do with it," Tino finished with a sigh.
Although he was really trying to be supportive, Berwald could seriously think of absolutely nothing that the tiny bucket could be useful for. The only things that would be able to fit would be either a powder or a liquid, and he doubted the craftsmanship enough to suspect that such things would immediately leak out.
"There is no purpose whatsoever," Tino continued. "I just...want it. I don't know why. Because it's so adorable, maybe? But I can't decide, because I really shouldn't buy things compulsively but for some reason, this tiny bucket is just so...so something, that I want it so badly but I don't have any sort of comprehensible reason for it..."
"Tino, it's only sixty-eight cents," Berwald said, looking at the even tinier sticker on the bucket.
"Yes, but...I wouldn't want it to become a habit or anything..."
The taller man glanced at the bucket. Yes, it was a waste of sixty-eight cents, but he supposed that it was a very low price to pay to keep his "wife" happy. "I'll buy it for you."
Tino looked up into Berwald's face, his violet eyes wide and a little childish looking. "Would you really? I don't want to be annoying...after all, it's just sixty-eight cents..."
"It's fine." Berwald tried ever so hard not to melt at Tino's glee.
At the cash register by the egress door, the young girl serving them smiled and cooed at the tiny bucket just as Tino had. "It's so cute!" she said. "You could use it as like, a tiny shot-glass."
For the life of him, Berwald could not figure out why everyone thought the tiny bucket was so adorable.