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[gunsmokeangel]

Characters: Vash the Stampede and YOU!!
Location: Holocaust Mall
Rating: PG?
Time: December 10th, all day
Description: Vash has started as a grocery cashier and wants to be your friend.

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[erostripperella]

And today - because I say so - was shopping day for Stripp. She had a list of what she needed to buy, so she made sure to grab everything she needed quickly; once she was done she approached the line to pay.

That's when she took a look at the cashier. Oh, she knew him~ a newcomer, right? Might as well make friends~

[gunsmokeangel]

Vash nearly did a double take when he saw who stepped up to his register. Instead he wound up wearing a wide, goofy grin.

"Well hey there! You're the nice lady I spoke to on the network, aren't you?" Vash gave her a wave with his price scanner and kept beaming. "Wow, you're even prettier in person!"

[erostripperella]

The blond woman smiled at the compliment - it was a nice compliment, and being the woman she was, Stripp just loved nice words - and nodded softly while approaching him. "Yes, I am. I'm stripperella. Or Erotica Jones." can assure you, those are her actual names. She moved her hand after so she could shake Vash's "What's yours?"

[gunsmokeangel]

Unusual names were kind of par for the course for all kinds of fighting types where Vash was from, and even a name like Erotica Jones the Stripperella didn't seem that strange... But it did fill Vash's head with all kinds of ideas he ought to have been ashamed of. Instead he just grinned even more boyishly. It was like an over sized 16 year old.

"I'm Vash! It's nice to actually meet you!" Vash introduced himself, leaving off the extraneous bits of his name that tended to upset people. "Did you find everything you needed today? Did you know we have a two for one special on melons?"

[gunsmokeangel]

Hm, what a bunch of tasty looking ingredients.

"Hey there! Oh wow, it looks like somebody's doing some cooking, huh? You're not gonna eat all this, are you?" Vash gave Bakura a bright smile and started scanning his items.

[gunsmokeangel]

"Oh! Stocking up, then! Hey, you must be a really good cook if you can make all this!" It was making Vash hungry, and he wasn't sure when his lunch break was supposed to happen.

Panko breaded chicken and fried rice.... sounded really really good right then.

[16hitmagnum]

Everyday was grocery day for her. Kind of. Everything's free, right? If everything's free then she's abusing it by buying food everyday. An old man in a loin cloth told her that she gotta eat when she can and she will!

So she'll be pushing over a cart that pretty much has a mountain of food (mostly candy and junk food) in it. It's so big, you probably won't even see the little girl pushing it. Not unless you're really tall, or really lucky.

[gunsmokeangel]

"Hello?" Vash was pretty tall, but he had to get up on his toes to see what was moving this mountain of foodstuffs.

"So, did you find everything you were looking for?" He was almost afraid to ask, and he was terribly concerned about how all that was going to get up on his one tiny conveyor belt.

[16hitmagnum]

She shakes her head. "Mister, where's the sukonbu?"

Because one of the reasons why she managed to get so much food was because she searched every corner of the grocery for her sour seafood snack and found nothing. She was willing to try dipping beef jerky in vinegar but she's sure that it just won't taste the same.

[gunsmokeangel]

"I think if we have it, it'd be in the international aisle." Vash tapped his chin. He wasn't even sure he knew what sukonbu was, except it sounded like it was Japanese.

"What kind of food is it supposed to be, anyway?" Vash was a little curious, it looked like every possible food group was more than covered already.

[flowering_tea]

After visiting the library, Shuurei walked through the grocery store with a borrowed book about baking. She spent some time in the baked goods section, examining the readymade pies for sale and then grabbed a shopping basket to collect ingredients for her own creation for the pie baking contest. Pie tins, flour, sugar… She also needed something called shortening although she wasn’t sure what shortening things had to do with cooking.

And she was undecided on what to use as filling. Her friends back home were always fond of her steamed buns filled with red bean paste but the pies in the store mostly seemed to be filled with fruit. Maybe, she could make small versions of both first and then decide which one was better… So, she added red beans, sesame seeds, and tangerines to her basket.

But she still hadn’t found the shortening and there only seemed to be one person working in the whole store so she went over to the cashier.

“Excuse me, do you know where I can find something called ‘shortening?’”

[gunsmokeangel]

"Oh yeah! It's in the aisle with the cooking fats!"

Anything called a cooking fat was both a terrible idea and a subject way to close to Vash's heart. He put up the "next aisle, please" sign right in front of some man about to unload his groceries, dimmed his little light and hopped around to show the young lady.

"Just looking to stock up, or did you have a project in mind for it?"

[flowering_tea]

“Cooking fat? Like lard?” So that’s what it was. Shuurei didn’t really understand why such a thing would be called ‘shortening’ but decided it might have just been yet another oddity of this world.

She followed the cashier, thinking that buying food in this world was kind of strange. Food vendors in Saiunkoku had sold their wares from outdoor stalls in the marketplace and she’d never seen such a large enclosed food shop before Death City.

“I’m trying to learn how to bake a pie for the contest at the festival.”

[gunsmokeangel]

"Shortening is a lot like lard, except it's made from vegetable oil instead of animal fat." Vash explained, earning a few hateful looks from the people he was abandoning in line.

"If you're going to be baking pie, shortening is exactly what you want for your crust! Lard makes it super tasty but the crust falls apart." Vash continued to ramble on as he walked the young lady down the aisles to the cooking oil section. A myriad of cheerful blue and yellow cans sat on the shelf, all proclaiming to be shortening of various flavors and diet needs.