Well after dark, Kagome walks into her room, flings a small shopping bag on the floor, and falls face down on her bed.
"Worst night ever," she mumbles into the comforter. With a dramatic sigh, she flips over and stares at the ceiling, willing herself to forget her recent uncomfortable conversation.
It doesn't work.
"After dinner, you are going to go down to the convenience store and buy condoms."
"What! Mama, no!"
"You're an adult, Kagome. I'm not doing this for you."
"We're not having sex!"
"Yet."
"Fine. Yet. But I don't know what to get!"
"Then buy a multi-pack."
