A/N: Okay, for clarification, this three part series was originally Pickles and Toast. But since I joined the gw500 community on livejournal I continued the food theme and somehow worked in the prompt. So now I have three somewhat connected, but equally independent stories. The prompt for this story was "keys". This isn't as much humorous as it is drabble, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Dog Food

Trowa raised an eyebrow in surprise as he looked at the grocery list. After he told Heero he was going out to buy food and if there was anything in particular he wanted to write it down on the list before he left. Trowa didn't bother to read it until he actually got to the store.

He looked at it again to make sure he read it correctly. Yup, it still read Chocolate Milk. Trowa never would have guessed that Heero drank chocolate milk, but then again, he didn't know him that well at all. Even though they had been together for over a month, Heero had spent the majority of it unconscious. Not exactly the best way to get to know someone.

Once he memorized the list, Trowa stuffed it into his pocket and began what he personally dubbed the "scavenger hunt". Steaks for the lions, "green stuff" as the Manager so lovingly called vegetables, chicken stock for Catherine's strange concoction she called soup, coffee for himself; all the usual items were easily found. But where on earth would he find chocolate milk? He scoured the dairy section and found nothing. After several minutes staring up and down the shelves of dairy, he recalled that some people stuck a chocolate powder in milk to turn it into chocolate milk.

With this in mind, he headed toward the nearest aisle trying to figure out where canned powdered chocolate would be. Ten minutes and seven aisles later, he finally found the elusive chocolate powder. Greatly relieved that he could now leave the crowded market, Trowa headed toward the express lane. The cashier gave him a rather nasty look when he brought his items to the counter for having more than the allotted 12 items or less. However in Trowa's opinion, the vegetables all counted as one item, therefore reducing the number to about 8.

The cashier grudgingly rang him up anyway and told him the price. Trowa carefully counted out the change in his pocket and realized that he didn't have enough to cover all it. Instead of leaving the troublesome chocolate and deeming it too frivolous to bother, Trowa glumly put the coffee aside. He could live without it for a week.

Finally finished with the groceries, Trowa headed back to the circus. Heero must have heard him coming, because just as he was fumbling to get his keys out of his pocket while holding the groceries, the door swung open.

"You look like you could use a hand," Heero said and grabbed one of the bags.

Trowa looked up in surprise. "Don't over-exert yourself. You're still very weak," he cautioned.

Heero grunted and said, "I'll be alright. I'm getting better everyday thanks to you. The least I can do is set some bags on a table." He then began to rummage through the bags looking to see if his requested item was there. Upon finding the chocolate powder, his eyes gained a satisfied glint to them and he headed for the refrigerator.

"You hungry?" Heero asked as he busily poured a glass of milk and stirred in the chocolate.

"Not really. And since it won't be long till the next meal, you might not want to eat something heavy."

Heero grabbed a bowl and a box of cereal. "This is just a snack."

Then to Trowa's amazement, Heero poured the chocolate milk over the cereal.

"That looks like dog food," Trowa said.

"And darn good dog food it is," Heero said, munching contentedly if not happily. "I don't like plain white milk. Oh, and your sister brought something for you." He motioned with his head toward the fridge.

Curious, Trowa walked over and opened the refrigerator door. There on the bottom shelf stood a cup of iced mocha.

Fin

A/N: The inspiration for this is my dad. He does not like white milk and instead eats his cereal with chocolate milk. When my mother first witnessed this she said it looked like dog food, hence the title and Trowa's reaction. Oddly enough this strange taste for chocolate milk and cereal has been passed down to me, although I happen to love regular 2 percent quite well.