Sunday nights are the epitome of not much to do

[beautyinbroken]

Unless, of course, it's the Sunday after Valentine's day. Then there are candy sales. Large, heaping piles of bagged chocolate done up in pinks and reds and whites and hearts and ribbons galore! Even before things went all sideways Livvie loved chocolate like any self-respecting American girl. She still does, and on top of that the girl's got a

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[housepital]

The next person down the aisle isn't here for the leftover pink candy, but for whichever candy looks the most like pills. He has a prank to play. And she's in his way. House stands over her, leaning on his cane, and looks up and down the aisle for anyone who make take charge of this wayward obstruction.

"Are you going to get up?"

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"Huh?" Oh that nifty little burst of pain in her vision is now that nifty little bruised knot of flesh on her forehead and just how is she supposed to explain this, really? Really, really, really...

"Ow."

The reaction is delayed but Livvie gets to her hands and knees, moves a foot or so away from the offending fixture, and makes her way to her feet. Her pupils are a little too wide, dear Doctor, do you notice? Do you care?

"Upsy-daisy. I'm good." She glances mournfully at the candy on the floor. "Think they'll give me a discount on those?"

[housepital]

Of course he notices. Twitchy, clumsy, dilated eyes. Addict. But no, no, he does not care.

"If you pick them up before they notice you spilled them, and get up there before someone tattles on you, sure. Not like they're in the business of taking your money or anything." Now that she is not blocking his path, he makes his way past her, eying each bin in turn.

[beautyinbroken]

"Ah ha, true, sir, true." It's a weird little nursery rhyme in her head but she gets down, slowly this time, sweeping up little hearts into her hand and into the ripped bag as well as possible. Into the basket they go, hurrah!

"Cadbury cream eggs have changed," she murmurs, mostly to herself but it's possibly a lame attempt at conversation. A half-glance out of the corner of her eye. What to crotchety old men with canes look for in candy bins, hmm?

[goshdarnniteowl]

Oh, soda. The cost effective way of getting massive amounts of caffeine. (Daniel's on a budget, you know.) He seems to be in the process of clearing the store of whatever generic, yellow, sugar-free (he's on a diet, too!) soda they have, humming jauntily to himself as he loads bottle after bottle into his cart.

[beautyinbroken]

Oh hey, someone else in a good mood! Those are supposed to be contagious, not unlike airborne pathogens (and what is that online game where you make a disease? Livvie will have to look it up later) but good for you.

Yes. She giggles. Someone's in a talkative mood, anyway.

"Is that the lemon-limey stuff?"

[goshdarnniteowl]

Oh, man. Dan loves that game. Freaking Madagascar.

He only jumps a little at the unexpected questioning. "...um. It's, uh --" He looks! "...Summit Raindrops. I think it's... citrus? It has orange juice in it."

[beautyinbroken]

Madagascar is a bitch, come on. Stupid ports.

She bounces on the balls of her feet a bit, a mimicry of his movement when she spoke up. A pucker of the lips and she looks into his cart, probably a little too close for comfort but she's not paying attention. He's nice, she thinks, much nicer than crotchety old men with canes who stare at girls on the floor.

"It rains oranges somewhere?" Pfft, Livvie hopes not. "That'd be terribly sticky." Oho, cola! One of those for the lady's basket.