theme: golden raspberries
"Holy crap! What are those things?"
Rigby dashed away from the cart and towards the fruit section. Eileen looked up, only to find him off wandering the isles again.
She tucked away a grocery list in her purse and thrust the cart forward, trying to keep up Rigby's bustling pace.
"Hey, wait up!" she exclaimed, scanning each row for the raccoon.
He was, however, shoveling through an assortment of berries; their colors ranging from a toxic red to a weary ebony. Coming across something seemly unusual, he stopped in his tracks and gazed in amazement at what he had encountered. Grasping the plastic container in his grubby hands, he jiggled it around and watched the raspberries collide with one another.
Eileen heaved the cart over to Rigby. "There.. you... are," she puffed between gasps of air.
"Eileen, man, look at these!" He jostled the package before her excitedly.
Eileen stared in confusion.
"Yes Rigby, those are raspberries-"
"I know!" he interrupted. "But look at the color of the raspberries."
Her eyes retreated back to the berries.
She observed the latescent texture of the unusually scrubby fruits. The honey-tinted color that the raspberries wore was indeed odd.
"I suppose they're yellow," Eileen concluded.
"You're saying that like you see yellow freaking raspberries everyday!"
"They aren't quite that uncommon, actually. You see, even though they're different in appearance, they still retain the distinctive taste of the red and bl-"
"Ugh. You're boring me, Eileen," Rigby groaned.
"My point is, I've seen them before. And you've got to stop wandering off to every little thing that perks your interest!" Eileen exclaimed, slightly pushing the shopping cart forward.
"Benson gave us a list of stuff to get, remember? Plus, he told us to be back within an hour."
"Yeah, yeah. I know," he replied. "But just cause you've seen golden raspberries doesn't mean that everyone else has too."
He proceeded to add the container of raspberries to their inventory.
"Okay then, Rigby," Eileen said, rolling her eyes. "You're going to spend money, that your boss gave you for Mordecai's birthday party, for your own self-indulgence?"
"Stop using terms I don't understand."
"Then stop acting like a child, Rigby. You know you're my friend and all, but you really get on my nerves sometimes." She put the raspberries back on its shelf and pulled out the crumpled list.
He scowled for a second, but then uncomfortably shifted from foot to foot.
"I guess you sort of have a point," he mumbled. "I'm sorry, Eileen."
Eileen didn't reply.
She headed towards the lines of people who were waiting impatiently to check out.
Wrenching a wad of cash out of her pocket, she handed it to Rigby.
"I forgot to get some milk for my apartment," she informed him. "I'll be back in a minute."
Rigby unloaded the cart into the trunk of her car when Eileen bound towards him, carrying a paper bag in her left hand.
She placed the bag on top of the mounds of groceries in her trunk.
"Could you do me a favor and put this back?" she asked, gesturing towards the shopping cart.
"I'll go and start the car."
"Alright then."
Making sure she got into the driver's seat, the bag peaked his interest.
He reached into it, pulling out its contents.
Rigby grinned.
She had gotten golden raspberries.