Meanwhile, the Student Council of Ashford Academy was making their rounds about Publix, with Milly Ashford excitedly pushing around the cart. This was a busy Tuesday for the group of teens, and it was bustling during that Sunday afternoon at the ornate grocery store that only the most elite of Britainians could afford. Carts flew from aisle to aisle, or, in the group's case, down the same aisle, frantically in the hopes of finding deals and decadent means of nourishment for the rest of the week. Sundays at the grocery store, see, was seen as the prime time to shop for necessities and the use the most useful of coupons, along with the time for cashiers to pray heavily and question their choice of profession.

Rivalz Cardemonde rode in this cart with his legs crossed, hastily gathering whatever was thrown around his radius around him like a wall of protection and high amounts of corn syrup. Lelouch Lamperouge tossed in every box of cereal and juice box pack Milly pointed at with each sprint down the aisles, with the blushing Shirley Fanette following behind him. Sashimi Kombini was doing just the same as his counterpart with a brown sack in hand that carried his lunch, since he figured that, since this was a shopping trip with Milly, he would be there until his tuition ran out. And Nina Einstein was probably somewhere screwing a table and thinking of Princess Euphemia. Who cares, though?

It's Nina.

"Nice work, team!" Milly exclaimed, strutting down the emptying cereal aisle for the seventeenth time. "At this rate, we'll be all set for the Ashford Academy Annual Celebratory Cereal Breakfast Bash in no time!"

Muffled at this point by the cluster of cereal boxes and packs of juices around him, Rivalz poked out a thumbs-up from the cart's contents with a resounding, "Yeah! Anything for our amazing Student Council president!"

Lelouch whirled around towards a box of Wheaties and tucked it into a crevice of the cart's pile.

"I would just love to know who could eat this much cereal…" he trailed off, "Literally all I can have are Wheaties."

"Ew, Wheaties?" Shirley asked, "Why?"

Lelouch looked at her for a moment, and she immediately blushed, folding her arms with, "I-I mean, Wheaties are fine! Everyone has their own tastes, Lou-lou, I…heheheheh…"

Stopping in the middle of the aisle to gaze at the ever-growing pile, Milly stated, "Okay! Who wants to do a tally of what we have so far?"

Rivalz, with a gasp for air, shoved his head through an opening of the cereal and juice cluster, list in hand. Taking out a pen, he checked off, "Thirteen boxes of Cheerios, seven honey-nut, five regular, and two of that weird chocolate flavor, nine boxes of Lucky Charms, five boxes of Trix, seven boxes of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, twelve boxes of Rice Crispies, with seven of those boxes being the chocolate flavor, six boxes of Frosted Flakes, two boxes of Honey Smacks, two boxes of Corn Pops, and a single box of Wheaties that Lelouch just added, along with seventeen boxes of Capri-Sun, ALL of them being Wild Cherry."

Look at that. Look at that product placement. Kelloggs? General Mills? You can just take my endorsement checks to my car.

"Oh God," Subaru Karowinds gasped, glancing at how the pile was gradually reaching the top of the aisle and was stacked like a Jenga tower. "That's a lot of cereal."

"That's the point, silly!" Milly ruffled Sublime's hair with, "The Celebratory Cereal Breakfast Bash is where all of the students in Ashford gather for wholesome bowls of cereal as fellow class-mates, and it's a tradition that has been passing through Ashford Academy for ages!"

"Oh, really?" Super Kitten asked, "How long?"

With a moment of thought, Milly answered with, "How long have we been in here again?"

"Two hours." Lelouch hummed, stretching his tired joints.

"Yeah," Milly nodded with a triumphant smile, exclaiming, "That!"

Submarine raised a brow but shrugged it off. He had no time to ask any more questions, as Milly pointed down the aisle with, "Another run-through! Forward march, team!"

And so, the Student Council went through the aisle once more, with a few Publix associates desperately playing rock-paper-scissors upfront to decide which oh-so-lucky cashier got the answer to check that crazy blonde lady with the cereal and cherry cravings out.