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The other day, Saffron had sat down to figure out what all she wanted to make and bring to Mike and Neil's Thanksgiving-slash-housewarming party and realized she was going to have to get a hell of a lot of groceries. That's fine with her, as is the fact that she's probably making far more than she needs to between the various dishes and desserts she's got planned, but the problem with having to buy so many groceries is that she has to rely on public transportation and only has the two arms.

She supposes she could get a cart of some kind, maybe, but what she'd rather have is a pair of strong arms to help. Saffron remembers a conversation she'd had recently with Church, about getting the hang of grocery shopping, so she recruits him to give her a hand. He's definitely got the requisite strong arms, and if she can help him figure out how to navigate the store, even better.

He's coming down from his apartment to get her on their way out, and Saffron slips on her boots before checking her overall appearance in the mirror, giving her hair one last fluff.

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"You're an angel. Like, flying in and saving my ass kind of angel. You ever need someone shot or beat up, I'm your guy." Those kind of things I can do. Shooting, fighting, impossible odds, certain death, that's been my thing for so long I don't think I have any other things anymore.

Jesus, my life sucks.

The thing is, Saffron can do both of those things herself too. Her ability to kick ass and take names is very well honed. But she just smiles, not about to point that out to Church right now and deflate his ego. "I will definitely keep that in mind," she says, dropping a couple more produce bags into the cart before leading him over to the next aisle.

Edited 2014-02-17 04:08 (UTC)

"So aside from cooking, what do people do here? I mean, civilians." I can guess, but it's been so long since I've been a civilian in any form that I'm not really sure I know how to do it. I did it once, I can remember, but not remember and it's weird. My entire head is like that, my memories, not my memories but my memories.

"Most folks have some kind of job, of course. Aside from that, depends on what you're interested in," Saffron says, browsing the shelves as she talks and occasionally adding something to the cart. "There are bars and clubs, coffee shops, the mall, other places to shop. There's Petros Park and the beach. Or what little bit of countryside we can reach before we're somehow rerouted back into the city. I hear tell there's an abandoned amusement park out there, but I haven't been."

"So like normal stuff. I can do normal stuff." Of course I can. Just because all I really know is the military doesn't mean I can be normal. Ish. I almost miss Tucker and Caboose because if anyone could handle doing nothing it's them. Fuck, Griff excels at that shit. Is that my new goal, figure out what would Griff would do?

That just sounds... wrong on so many levels.