A/N: This one is pretty short in comparison, but it's literally just pure fluff. I thought we could all use a couple days of fun after the string of serious stuff. Requested anonymously on tumblr as "fun while shopping/PDA."

Thanks for joining me on this dumb, dumb effort so far! Anyone that wants to help by submitting requests can do so pretty much anywhere I have an inbox. Also, it's going to be really awkward for me if those numbers at the end are already taken on the show - you'll know what I mean :)

Andy was already bored the moment they stepped inside the Kroger's. Out of some dumb obligation to Ben's lists, April had kept going back every week to pick up groceries. Andy obviously had to go with her or she'd die of boredom, and in the end he always made her walk away with something really stupid. The last time they went instead of getting milk he decided they really needed two giant foam noodles for the pool they didn't have.

"April," Andy complained, pushing the cart filled with boring things sporadically, "everything in here's food."

"You're not getting those Super Soakers, we already have two," April quipped. There were a set of green ones he'd never seen before on sale, but they were already barely under budget.

"Ugh," he groaned and scanned the aisle for anything cool to at least take his mind off things.

Then he saw it – quite possibly the only food display he'd ever need to see again in his life. In front of him, delicately sculpted, was a pile of marshmallow packages set up in the shape of a gigantic throne. He didn't bother to read what it was for, because Andy was too busy abandoning the groceries and clambering up to sit on the throne. Somehow he hadn't pushed too many of the bags away, and no one was stopping him, so before he could rethink what he was doing he was sitting atop a throne of marshmallows. April did notice.

"Andy," she was staring dumbfounded at her husband, "what are you doing?"

"Servicing my subjects," he said with a regal wave of his hand.

April was sure he meant 'surveying' but the image in her head was too good to correct him. She started to walk up to him to drag him off of the display, but he wasn't budging. Silently she cursed their difference in size, and another part of her wanted to jump up there with him.

"Come, my… lady," he gave another flourish of his hand. "My queen doth… be requested, hence. Um, here."

"What?" she couldn't figure what the hell Andy was trying to say that time.

"Come up here, let's make out on this thing!" Andy said excitedly, bouncing up and down and causing a few packs of the little white things to fly off the display.

She wasn't going to be able to fight that logic, and she never had. April gave him a wry smile, he laughed, and she started to make her way up the mountain of squishy, delicious stepping stones. It was obvious when she took her first step on them that the display was definitely never meant to be used like this. Andy reached out a hand to help her up but in the process had shifted forward too far and, combined with a poorly placed step by April, sent the entire right side of the display flowing out into the aisle. Both of them went with the flood, left lying on their backs in the middle of the wrecked fluff throne.

"Y'know," Andy groaned, pushing on his back, "that went about as well as I hoped."

April was already laughing when he started speaking. She sat up, brushing off any rogue marshmallows that had exploded out of their packaging and looking around for the inevitable employee that would usher them out of the store. That guy never came, and April remembered there were perks for shopping incredibly late at night on a Tuesday.

"Hey, Andy," suddenly remembering something, April shook his shoulder. "Isn't there something on your list about doing it on a candy bed?"

It was really one of the dumber things on his bucket list, but it was only a matter of time before he came home horny and with a suitcase full of Laffy Taffy. April considered it an eventuality, and had spent a couple nights staring thoughtfully at a bunch of leftover Halloween candy.

"Oh yeah," Andy said, and immediately rolled over on top of her in the sugary mess.

"Not. In. Here," she was evading his mouth rolling around and making an even bigger mess, their cart now long forgotten and silently rolling around in the aisle. "Buy all of it. Let's go home."

"What, it's not like anyone's even here," Andy complained, his hand riding up the inside of her shirt and along her sides, causing April to laugh.

He was wrong, there were a few other customers and people definitely working, but by the time he was kissing her neck suddenly she really didn't care. There wasn't a whole she could do when he pulled that card. Laughing, she pushed herself between Andy's legs and heard him groan a little. She could feel the weirdly chilly air of a supermarket's air conditioning on her stomach and his lips trailing further down her chest when a voice called out, horrified.

"Excuse me!" a shrill, annoyed woman intoned, causing Andy to stop, annoyingly. "What do you think this is – a brothel?"

April looked over to see, of course, none other than the morality watchdog Marcia Langman staring in disgust at the two of them. What were their odds of seeing her there, April thought. They never saw anyone else when they went out at midnight to finally get shopping over with. Marcia had a bag over her shoulder and one of those dinky little baskets filled with toothpaste and gum. Andy immediately stood up and scratched his ear, unsure of what to do.

"Young man, please… sit down," Marcia blushed, averted her eyes and turned around, shouting behind her back as she walked away from them, "or something!"

Andy leaned over slightly, trying to hide himself from just sort of sticking out in public. April had to roll her lips and crane her neck to avoid laughing. If there was anything Andy was good at doing, it was being obscene. Before long, the mood was pretty much dead and she realized she was sitting in a pile of junk food. Standing up, she picked up a few bags of the marshmallows and threw them in the wayward cart they tracked down. A new plan was forming in the back of her head, and a new thing to cross of his list.

"Andy, go get the Super Soakers," April commanded, picking up useless things like hamburger and other meat, putting them on shelves where she figured beef gone bad would ruin everything. "We're gonna go home and check numbers twenty-five and thirty-two off tonight."

There was a second where Andy had to think what those were – he knew twenty-five, because they were about to finish doing that in the middle of a Kroger's, but it took him a second to figure out the latter one. His eyes lit up and they exchanged knowing grins.

"Awesome!" he yelled and sprinted off in the direction opposite of April. She wasn't sure of the logistics of all that water, or why he needed candy canes, but she had her own ideas brewing.