Prompt: Chell and Wheatley go shopping together. Wheatley being tall helps, but Chell doesn't want the help.
Wheatley reached up easily over Chell and took the cheap bottle of juice off the highest shelf, where store workers so often stuck the cheapest items so that they wouldn't be seen by the people who were average height, like the rest of the world.
But Wheatley was far from average height. He stood at a height that could see almost above the aisles, and therefore, find the items that were cheaper, but also still good.
Chell sighed, placing it into the basket so that the weight was still distributed evenly throughout the entire basket and couldn't cause it to tip to one side.
Sometimes, she would try to reach things herself. Wheatley always seemed to have a problem when she reached up in an attempt to grab the small jars of sauce on the shelf, and find herself failing, only to begin jumping. Sometimes, she would get it. Other times, it would be out of her reach even when she jumped. Finally, Wheatley would ask, "Do you want me to lift you up, luv?" before she muttered, "No," and gave it one final leap. If she made it, Wheatley treated her to a small applause. If not, she would back away a step so he could gain access to the shelf and hand the item to her.
Chell believed that items shouldn't be placed on such high shelves, especially if someone was going to need assistance in a wheelchair or on crutches. Wheatley would agree with her, but said that it probably wouldn't easily change, not with how these people reacted when they showed him where the apples were (pointing him instead to the more expensive ones than the less expensive ones that Chell preferred anyway for the crunch).
She would then sigh, and admit that he was right. That was just how things went.
But going out shopping was worth it, especially when Wheatley was wiling to help make dinner tonight with her. He promised that he would remember to keep stirring the sauce so that it would not burn at the bottom, and make sure that he was watching his motions carefully when chopping anything up.
Wheatley also completely handled the cash bit this time by himself. Chell was extremely proud of him.
It was moments like these that she actually felt… normal. The two of them were just cogs in the machine instead of a couple of spanners in the works, looking to all the world like a pair of perfectly ordinary young lovers… even though that was hardly the case.
Chell cherished those moments, because they made her forget everything else. They made her feel content… and they made her feel happy.