Mar 16, 2011 10:49
[Gumshoe is pushing a shopping cart through the aisle of the general store, slowly scanning the shelves for various items. His ever faithful friend and pet, Missile, rides in the basket of the cart, occasionally shifting or moving to be more comfortable, but mostly sniffs the items Gumshoe occasionally puts into the cart.]
"Let's see... We need some breakfast cereal... At least, I think we do. I don't remember the kids making toast or bagels or something. Maybe I should have made a list or asked them, huh, Missile?"
[At the question, the dog simply cocks his head to one side, as if unsure on how to answer him. Gumshoe sighs and goes back to haphazardly shopping.]
"Well, hopefully I'll get most of the essentials for the week at least. Worse comes to worse, we'll just need to make another trip."
groceries,
derping around the store,
missile