Scene: An unnamed store that may or may not have a logo of red and white concentric circles. Hraust, Kromdale, and Quisyndia push a cart up and down the aisles. Quisyndia points at a huge red box and Kromdale sighs.
Kromdale: More laundry soap? We just bought some.
Quisyndia: That was a month ago.
Kromdale: Well, if you would only wash clothes once a month, it would last longer.
Quisyndia: Krom, some of us don't have a month's worth of clothes.
Kromdale: Who does? I only have two outfits.
Quisyndia cringes and points at the box again. Krom loads it and they move on.
Hraust: Hmmm, did you grab this box of Crunchy Choco S'mores? It's jumbo size.
Quisyndia: What? No...Grrr. Squitchy! Come here!
Hraust: Too slow. He slipped between the pet food and cat houses.
Kromdale: Oh, hey, armor polishing stuff!
Quisyndia: What? Those are toothbrushes and toothpaste!
Kromdale: Really? I use mine for my armor.
Quisyndia: Well, that explains why I have to buy you so many...and that incident with your breath.
Kromdale: That church lady fainted because of the heat, not my breath!
Quisyndia: Uh huh....
Kromdale: Bah! I'll be in the hardware section. I asked them to get a better selection of axes last week. Maybe they listened.
Kromdale hurries off.
Quisyndia: Don't hold your breath! Hraust, can't you do anything about him?
Hraust: Me? I have my hands full with keeping you out of trouble.
Quisyndia: Me? I haven't blown anything up in weeks!
Hraust: Yeah...sure. Hey! Why are there like ten bags of caramels in the cart?
Quisyndia: Squitchy! Sheesh, there he goes again.
Hraust: I'll put them aside. Hey, didn't Theo want some of this shampoo?
Quisyndia: Yep. And I need one of these, and two of those, and some of this. OH! And I want a couple of these, and...
Hraust: Sheesh, guess we will be here awhile...
They both pause and turn as a giant box of Happy Pies—five year shelf life, these have two left—floats down the aisle and is tossed in the cart. Squitchy is revealed underneath.
Quisyndia: Squitchy! Do not put any more items in that cart, or you won't like it! Don't you stick your tongue out at me! Why you little...
Quisyndia makes a dive for Squitchy, but he dodges, runs between Hraust's legs, and escapes again.
Quisndia: This is ridiculous! Where is the artist so we can pay for all this and go?
Hraust: He went next door to the art mega-store.
Quisyndia: Oh great. He'll be there all day.
Hraust: Yeah, that's how I felt at the make-up counter...
Quisyndia: I have an unusual skin color. It takes time to match.
Hraust: Doesn't explain why you had to try on every single earring.
Quisyndia: I might have looked good in one.
Hraust: You tried on the same ones last week, and the week before, and the week before, and...
Quisyndia: Do you have a point?
She raises her hands in a threatening manner. Sparks shoot off her fingertips.
Hraust: Point? Nope. Hey! Look, there's paper towels, don't we need those?
Hraust grabs a huge package and uses it as a shield. Before either can say more, the PA screeches, then speaks.
PA Announcer: Would the person who brought their pet into the store please report to the snack shop. Apparently he is cooking his own pizza.
Hraust and Quisyndia: SQUITCHY!!!