You Forgot To Say The Magic Word

"I don't know why you insisted on coming with me if you are just going to complain the entire time."

"Well, I thought this was going to be a lot more exciting than it appears to be. You've always seemed to enjoy it immensely, so I wanted to come with you."

"Weiss, not once have you ever expressed any interest in doing the grocery shopping."

"That is untrue. I have gotten things from the store for us many, many times."

"You had your assistant deliver it to the house. I doubt you even know how to get here on your own without GPS."

"Now that's just rude, and I am not complaining." Blake stops in her place and stares blankly at Weiss.

"You literally just went on a five minute rant in the car about how you couldn't believe they expected you to use a communal cart to place your food in."

"It is a valid concern for our safety." Weiss sticks her nose up in the air while pulling her hand sanitizer from her bag.

Blake shakes her head, holding her hand out because she knows Weiss will make her take it regardless of whether or not she wanted any hand sanitizer.

"Wait! Don't touch that." Weiss says abruptly, causing Blake to jump.

"The handle of the cart? It doesn't move on it's own, you know." Rolling her eyes. "And you need to chill out or I'm going to make you go sit in the car."

This was going to be a test of will for Blake. She could already tell. Never again would she grocery shop on the weekend. For fear of Weiss wanting to come with.

"Fine." Weiss begins to wander the immediate area, browsing with suspicion. "How do you know what we have to get?"

"I make a list of what I would like to cook every week, and the stuff we eat. That way I don't have to wander around the store like a lost puppy looking for food."

"Are you saying that I look like a lost animal?" She looks across a stack of fruit at Blake, eagerly awaiting her response.

"No, but you do look like a snooty rich lady that has never done her own grocery shopping before. And like all the food is covered in disease." Grabbing some bags from the stand nearby, Blake begins placing some different items in bags and putting them in the cart. Marking them off the list on her phone as she goes.

"What is on our list?" Weiss leans over, curiously trying to eye the screen.

"You know," putting the phone back in her pocket "I shared this note with you and it's been on your phone since the first time I went shopping for us."

"Don't be ridiculous. I would've noticed."

"I'm dead serious. Check." Motioning towards the phone in Weiss' hand.

Quickly unlocking the phone screen, she navigates to the notes app. Sure enough, she finds it in the shared folder. 'Blake and Weiss' Grocery List' last updated yesterday around eight.

"Ah. I see." Clearing her throat. "Why do you share it with me, if I never come shopping?"

"So if there is anything you want that I didn't put on the list, you can add it?" Blake says, like it's totally obvious.

"Well, good to know." Straightening her posture and walking a few steps away through an aisle with vegetables, Weiss reopens the list and reads down it.

It seems highly organized. Which she expected nothing less from Blake. It appeared to go in order of the sections of the store. And it contained almost every single thing they kept in the house.

Weiss had never really spent much time thinking about it before. She had always been privileged enough, too privileged, that she hadn't ever had to do her own shopping. Or cooking for that matter. Blake did all of it. Mostly. They did go out on occasion.

Continuing to scroll, Weiss notices a lot of food on the list is required to make various different meals. But there are a few single items like snack foods or random out of place items. Taking her chances, she adds her favorite flavor ice cream to the list and closes the app.

Blake continues to shop, seemingly unaware of the addition.

"Hey Weiss, which one of these looks better?" Holding up two tomatoes for Weiss to compare.

"They're both red."

"I know that." Shaking her head back and forth. "Which one looks better though?"

"In what way? They both look dirty." Weiss grimaces when Blake attempts to hand them to her.

"I know. I wash them before we eat them. But if you are going to come grocery shopping, you have to participate in the shopping part. It's a requirement."

"The one on your right, I guess. The other one has a bruise on it. And I don't want to eat it." Her face scrunches.

"See? It's not difficult at all."

"You do this every week?"

"Every other week."

"Too stressful."

"Buying the food we eat?" The mild look of unamused disbelief on Blake's face is very telling.

"Picking which ones to get, making the list, coming here and touching the dirty cart. I don't know how you manage to do it." Shaking her head disapprovingly.

"Because we need to eat, and if you were to die of starvation I would be sad. Because I like you a little bit. Now, push the cart." Blake walks off down an aisle, leaving Weiss behind with the cart full of fruits and vegetables wrapped perfectly in individual plastic bags.

After a few seconds of flailing, trying to figure out how to push the cart without actually touching it, Weiss gives up and begins to make her way towards Blake down the aisle.

Blake is looking at the list on her phone as she absentmindedly places a few items in the cart and continues to move forward.

"Do you want me to make pasta this week?" She looks back over her shoulder at Weiss, who is overwhelmed by the number of various items on the shelves.

"What?"

"Pasta. Do you want any kind of pasta this week, or no?"

"That's fine." She grabs a blue box off the shelf, eyeing it oddly. "There's macaroni and cheese inside this box?"

"Yes?" Not sure if Weiss is asking a trick question.

"How?"

"I'm not exactly sure what you mean by that."

"How can there possibly be macaroni and cheese in here? The box would be soggy. Is it in a bag or something?" The look of pure concern on Weiss' face is enough to break Blake's stoic expression. And she begins laughing.

"Are you for real?"

"I don't see what is so funny." She stops pushing the cart and places her hands on her hips.

"You're hilarious. That's what's funny." Blake grabs the front end of the cart and pulls it along behind her.

"At least answer my question, since you feel like laughing at me."

"There is macaroni and cheese in the box, Weiss. You have to cook the pasta and then mix the cheese into it. It doesn't come already prepared."

"Oh." Feeling dumb for not thinking of that, she grabs the handle and continues her duty of pushing the cart.

Weiss continues following Blake with the cart as her eyes are trained on the list. They make their way down a few more aisles before coming closer to the frozen section. Blake looks down the aisle but continues right past it.

"We don't need to go down this one?" Weiss asks, knowing that it's where the ice cream is.

"Nope. Nothing from the list is down there." Blake hears a small whine coming from Weiss' end of the cart and smiles.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Now come on, we have to get some other things before we can go."

Huffing, and annoyed about not getting the ice cream that she added to the list, Weiss follows Blake once again, this time towards the dairy and meat sections. After about five minutes of silence and cold shoulder, Blake turns back towards Weiss.

"Okay, what has you grouchy now?" Raising an eyebrow as she questions.

"Nothing." Weiss crosses her arms over her chest.

"Uh huh. Sure. Is there anything we are missing from the list?" Testing Weiss to see how stubborn she was willing to be.

"Don't you have the list?" Weiss asks, passive aggressively.

"I do. But I think I got everything. I was just asking you, just in case." Leaving the option open for Weiss to say anything if she wanted to.

They pass by the end of the frozen food aisle once again. Weiss looks longingly down towards the ice cream.

"You're absolutely sure?" Blake asks one more time, smile on her face.

"Fine!" Weiss stomps her foot and walks down the aisle by herself and slings the freezer door open and looks into the cold storage container in front of her.

After a few moments of searching, Weiss hears the wheels of the cart making their way down the aisle.

"You have no idea what kind of ice cream we eat, do you?"

"I put it on the list." She says defiantly.

"I saw."

"How?" She looks out of the corner of her eye at Blake.

"Any time you make a change to the note, I get notified."

"Can you just grab the ice cream so we can go? I'm freezing."

"You forgot to say the magic word." Blake's sheepish grin makes Weiss roll her eyes.

"Please?"

"Okay." Weiss leans over and places a kiss to her cheek just before she reaches in the freezer and grabs the ice cream and tosses it in the cart. "Can you mark it off the list for me?"

"I have no idea how to do that." Weiss shrugs her shoulders and takes her place to push the cart once again.

The only thing Blake can do is smile and shake her head as she taps the little circle next to 'ice cream for Weiss' on the list.