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[fated_blade]

[Well, the week of Gilgamesh taking care of the house was over.

Great.

It was going to get terrible again, and she knew it. At least he got home from work at an ungodly early hour, so he was still asleep. Great time to go shopping!

...especially when you needed lemon tea and honey for your cold. Problem was, there were about 50 different kinds of tea...]

Oh my. This was unexpected. [sneeze]

Perhaps I should simply get one of each...

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[wise-king.livejournal.com]

That would be a waste, Miss. Though if you are getting tea for sickness, I can recommend a recipe.

[oh hi, this angelic little boy is reaching up to grab some things. Reeeeeeeeaching because he's so short but strangely enough, dressed in clothes reserved for Church members :U]

[fated_blade]

[...wow was he tiny]

Oh? While that would be wonderful, I am not particularly skilled in such areas.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

As long as you can remember the ingredients, there is no possible way to mess it up.

[fated_blade]

Hm. I suppose I could get it a try. Though, I am concerned about encouraging more annoyances from my insufferable husband.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

No one else will be drinking this drink. That I can assure.

[shoeofbaileys.livejournal.com]

[Things going to get terrible at home again huh, Saber? Well, things are probably going to get pretty bad in a minute too.

Hear that noise? That's a shopping cart barreling down the aisle you're in, some crazy green-skinned asshole pushing it. He also doesn't seem to realize how to aim the cart, and seems happy enough to just careen through the aisle.]

Get outta Old Gregg's way!

[fated_blade]

Gah!

[She tries to get out of the way, but BAM.]

[shoeofbaileys.livejournal.com]

[Most people would probably do the decent thing and try to help you up, Saber.

Not Old Gregg! He'll just walk over to you and stare at you for a moment.]

Old Gregg thought he said get out of the way. You not listenin' to what he got to say, hmm?

[fated_blade]

[You broke some ribs, bitch.]

I was listening...[...wait, what the fuck is she looking at?]

...what are you?

[shoeofbaileys.livejournal.com]

[It's okay, baby. Old Gregg not hurt, and that's all that matters.]

I'M OLD GREGG!!

[thegodsareinert.livejournal.com]

That would be a lot of money to spend, miss.

[fated_blade]

Is it? Perhaps, but I do love tea.

[thegodsareinert.livejournal.com]

I think Fia would know more about the plants that make up tea than I do.

[fated_blade]

Oh? Who would this Fia be?

[thegodsareinert.livejournal.com]

Fia's a friend of mine from home. She specializes in making herbs and magic potions.

[has-a-name.livejournal.com]

... we need some of that money for food...

[fated_blade]

Do you have another suggestion, Nanashi?

[has-a-name.livejournal.com]

... if you die, you'll wake up the next morning without a cold...

*no, she's not going to try to kill you, especially since you have a sword and she doesn't T_T *

[fated_blade]

...that is a dangerous statement.

[has-a-name.livejournal.com]

... oh, is that no good...?

...

... *she grabs some seemingly random stuff off the shelf*

... if you mix this together and drink it, you'll be okay...

*no, it's not poison, it'll actually work*

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

[Here's your friendly neighborhood grocer.]

...what are you looking for? Maybe I can help.

[fated_blade]

[Blink blink]

Lancer? What are you doing here? [She is clearly congested]

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

What's it look like?

I work here.

[fated_blade]

...work? Well...I suppose Gilgamesh has a job as well...

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Does he? I would've thought he'd consider working beneath him. Heh, go figure.