"I said you didn't have to come with me!"
"Remember last time I let you go grocery shopping by yourself?" she asks. He deflates. "Thought so."
"C'mon, it wasn't that bad..."
"You bought five different kinds of cereal. Who needs five kinds of cereal?"
"... I do."
"That's..." she loses her train of thought as he pouts. "Don't be cute."
It's clear he's trying to distract her from the vegetables long enough to slip a chocolate bar - even though they have enough cookies at home to feed a small army - into the cart. But she lets him have his fun.
And, honestly? He's adorable when he's this bouncy.
"Look, let me buy some grain bread and I'll compromise on you getting a cereal."
He contains a clap of excitement; instead he kisses her cheek and scampers off. His walk is a bit aimless and inconsistent, while she glides from one corner to the other.
It isn't long before he returns, clutching a box of Count Chocula with a grin on his face. She greets him with barely concealed amusement.
"Happy now?"
"Extremely. You're the best fiancee in the whole wide world."
Ugh. She's blushing. "Good."
The look on his face shifts from childish to awed; it hits both of them, now and then, that they're in this. Forever, judging by the ring on her finger.
Like it could have ever been different.
The moment ends as he asks, "Did you get your thingy?"
"Not yet."
"What'cha waiting for? It's this way," he points somewhere.
She lets him drag her about while babbling incessantly- sometimes she catches something hilarious and cracks a smile, which serves to spur him on. Even though it's late and a weekday, she relaxes against his arm, strolling around the market.