[ donna's already reaching into her messenger bag by then, and quickly finds a pen for him to use. she plunks her bag onto the seat in front of the carriage and pulls it from the row, of course now taking the time to try and think of any other stragglers in mind. she's sure there isn't, they spent so much time talking through meal plans that it's hardly possible, but. they also talked about eggs, too, so who knows. ]

We talked about breakfast, but I think we got a little caught up in the waffle vs. pancake discussion. Omelettes, though, with spinach and feta? [ she kisses the tips of her fingers ] You can show me some of those cooking skills. And I- [ she pauses to take a look around once they step through the sliding door entrance, very quickly deciding that they'll go left and work their way back. their list might be organized, but that doesn't mean she knows where any of the stuff is. ah. it's fine. they're not in a rush. ] I'll be the most supportive cheerleader and taste-tester that you've ever had in the kitchen.

[ she knows that's probably not true - that if he learned from alfred there was probably no shortage of support, or constructive criticism. still. she likes the idea of learning from dick, even if she'd never admit it, and trying things that would be new for both of them. new foods. new intensely healthy smoothies that she doesn't hate nearly as much as she pretends to. they've got any appliance they could possibly need, so really it's just a matter of what recipes they can find on google.

it also depends on if donna can find the damn diary section. which reminds her- ]

We really should be starting with dry and canned things, and then working our way to fresh food - meat, dairy, frozen - so we don't have cold food sitting in our cart? But fuck it, let's start here. [ the meat department. it's fine. it's not like they'll be here that long. hopefully. ] Alright, what's up first?