Shadow glared at the shopping list in his hand like it had personally called him a pathetic weakling fated to obscurity like a moldy grape that rolled underneath the fridge. Why Rouge thought it was a good idea to write in pink gel pens was beyond him. Even less when this was supposed to be comprehensible; Shadow had no idea what half of these items were supposed to be.
"And just what is 'organic' supposed to mean?" he demanded, thrusting the list at Omega; though he wanted to spend some time alone, circumstance had put Rouge's shopping list in his hand and Omega at his heels.
"IT MEANS TO BE GROWN INSIDE AN ORGAN," Omega replied. "EXAMPLE: THE HEART OR LUNGS."
"Rouge wants what kind of blueberries?!" Shadow made a face. "That's disgusting."
Intriguing too, but Omega didn't need to know that.
...But Rouge wanted things of such a merciless, savage variety?
...Okay, maybe he respected her a little bit for that. Maybe.
"And what makes 'baby spinach' so special?"
"IT IS SPINACH HARVESTED BY THE LABOR OF INFANTS."
Shadow narrowed his eyes. "And body wash?"
"THE FLUID USED TO CLEAN THE BODIES OF THE RECENTLY DECEASED BEFORE BURIAL."
Shadow eyed the shopping list with disgust and fascination before crumpling it up and throwing it over his shoulder, adding to the litter problem in the village. "Fine. Let's get Rouge her items of questionable legality fast, so you can go home and deliver them to her."
Shadow sped away with Omega stomping along in pursuit, beeping excitedly at all the cool items he would soon get to hold.
He was particularly looking forward to the sodium chloride; a highly reactive metal, combined with a dangerous gas? He could only begin to imagine what acts of destruction he could cause with that kind of mixture!