I do not own any characters, plots, or anything else pertaining to "Outlander". I'm glad a lot of you enjoyed the last chapter and I hope I don't disappoint with this one. I thought it would be fun to have our favorite family do some shopping together. As always, thanks for favoriting/following and commenting.
Chapter 9
A New World
Bree stands in the middle of the aisle, trying to gather the proper food for the party. She can hardly believe that her engagement party is tonight, and the thought makes her smile to herself. "Breeh." Bree turns to see her father staring around the store in wonder. The last time he had been to the grocery store, he had vowed that he'd never set foot inside one again, but her and her mother had begged him to help today, and he had relented. "Do you need something, da?" Her father gives her a nod and takes the shopping list out of his pocket. Before they had arrived at the grocery store, her and her mother, had devised three separate lists to cover all the shopping they had to do. They had tried to give her father items that would be easily identifiable to him, but there may be a few items, that are unrecognizable to him in this time.
Bree watches him put his spectacles on and she can't help but smile at him. So out of place, yet exactly where he's supposed to be. "Where the devil is the milk? Aye dinna see a wee cow producin it?" Bree pushes her shopping cart towards him and he immediately jumps back from it. "It's okay, da, it's only a shopping cart." Her father shakes his head. "Aye donnae trust the contraptcion, it's like the wee deathtrap, ye call a car." Bree gives her father a grin. He shakes his head at her. "Are ye makin fun of mi, lass?" Bree's grin grows wider. "No, I just think it's funny, that you're afraid of a shopping cart, when you and mama faced so many deadly obstacles, back in the 18th century." Her father sighs. "Are ye gonna start tellin mi where the wee milk is, or am aye gonna have to milk a wee cow miself?" Bree gives him a wave of her hand. "Follow me, da." He gives her a nod and their off towards the dairy aisle.
As their navigating through the various aisles, she notices that everyone's got their eyes on them. She doesn't like the horrified looks, they both seem to be under. "Stop, Breeh." Bree stops the shopping cart in the middle of the bread aisle and she turns to see her father holding a knife in his hand. No wonder, people were looking at them so strangely. "Da, why do you have your knife out?" His eyes move past her and horror suddenly floods them. Her father jumps in front of her and her heart starts pounding inside of her chest. "What are you doing, da?" He doesn't turn around, but keeps his eyes steady on something at the end of the aisle. "Aye'm protectin ye, mi nighean." Bree feels confusion rush over her, as she manages to look around her father, and see a police officer with a gun holstered to his belt. Thankfully, he's turned away and perusing the poultry section, not aware that her father is armed.
Bree's breath catches at the sight and she wonders where her mother is in all this confusion. Her last whereabouts were over on the other side of the store in the baked goods section. Bree is confident that she'd be able to persuade her father to back down, but she's not sure, the kind of power she herself, wields over him just yet. She gently puts her hand on the arm holding the knife. "Da, you need to put your knife down. That man is a police officer, he's not here to hurt anyone. Please, I don't want you to get taken into custody, especially today." After a few moments, Bree hears him sigh and hide his knife back inside his boot.
Her father turns and shakes his head. "Aye never thought Aye'd be seein the day, when defendin yerself n yer family, would be considered a crime." Bree walks back over to her shopping cart and starts moving it forward. Her father falls in next to her. "You see, laws are different here, da. It's unlawful to use a weapon on a police officer or present one in public." Her father nods and she knows how confusing everything in this time must be for him. Bree stops at the freezer section and rests her hand on his shoulder. He can't even meet her eyes at the moment. "It's okay, da. I know your still learning about this time and I'm sure I'd be in the same position you are in the 18th century." Bree watches him nod again, but this time, he turns to lock eyes with her. "Can ye teach me bout this ghastly time?" She gives him a small smile. "I can, and I'll get mama to help." Her father shakes his head. "So, yer mother n ye can go mockin me together?" Bree laughs at her father's words. "Come on, da, I promise it'll be fun." He gives her a frown. "Fun fer who?" Bree smiles, before she turns her attention to the milk bottles.
She gestures towards a milk bottle. "Milk is produced by farmers, who raise the cows, and then bottle the milk for mass production." Bree watches his brow furrow in confusion. "How do ye go bout keepin't fresh?" She opens the freezer door and grabs one of the bottles. Bree turns to her father. "It's preserved by refrigeration. Remember how mama put the leftover chicken away a few nights ago? It's referred to as an icebox and it's how we preserve everything that would spoil otherwise." Her father nods his head. "Aye, it's the first contrapcion Aye've seen, that is of some use in this time." Bree checks the clock on the wall and puts the milk bottle into the shopping cart. They start making their way to the front of the store to check-out and meet with her mother. Bree hopes that she'll be there at the time they had determined before coming to the grocery store because the designated time for her engagement party is quickly approaching. She wants to stay on schedule and make this night special for her and for Roger.
Bree spots her mother in the first check-out line and quickly walks over to her. Her mother turns and gives them both a smile. "Your late." She shakes her head. "We're late because I was teaching da about our law enforcement and the art of milk production." Her mother's eyes turn to meet her father's. "Law Enforcement?" Her father gives her a frown. "Aye, there was a wee misunderstandin with an officer." Bree can't help but smile. "Yeah, a misunderstanding that may have imprisoned you." Her mother's eyes widen. "Is it true that you were nearly arrested?" Her father's frown grows dimmer. "Aye, bit it wonnae be happenin gain." Her mother's smile widens, as she salutes. "Alright, soldier." Her father shakes his head and Bree can't keep the smile off her face. Despite how odd it is to be shopping with both her parents, she can definitively say, that it's the most fun she's had at a grocery store in her life.