helen and sammy

Who: Helen and Sammy
Where: The grocery store
When: Mid-afternoon

There was a dire need of more soap. Well, maybe it wasn't dire, but Geo and Sammy did need it - at least they needed non-spiced soap, as currently the only stuff to be found was loaded with mace, clove and cayenne pepper, and when it got into cuts it stung like a mother. Sammy shoved his hands in his pockets, playing with the bills and coins as he wandered through the aisles aimlessly with the basket held in the crook of his arm, edge resting against his hip. Already in the basket were two loaves of bread for the ducklings who had hatched earlier, and a box of cereal, and oh, look, there was the soap. ...and Helen? Sammy couldn't help the surprised choking sound that escaped him as he took a step back quickly.

Packing was a bitch. Unpacking was even worse - they had nothing to eat. At all. Helen had drawn the short straw, so, well, here she was. She'd had to exert herself in the liquor aisle, not to blow the whole wad of bills in her trousers on beer. She heard a small sound as she added a bottle of soap to her cart - and when she looked up, her dark eyes narrowed to slits. "...Sam? What the hell are you doing here?"