Any blurb on going grocery shopping with harry!!!! And just being super domestic
Sitting at the dining table, the both of you sat in a comfortable silence – only the flipping of the newspaper every so often or the gentle “thud” of a coffee mug being set back down to be heard.
A pad of paper with a small floral border lay in front of you, the beginnings of a grocery list scribbled out in black ink. Harry sat across from you and flipped through the newspaper, searching for each item as you called it off, trying to determine what was on sale, what you’d need a coupon for, and to double check you wouldn’t forget anything for Thanksgiving dinner that you’d promised Anne you’d bring.
“3 pound bags are on sale.”
A few pages turned, “Don’t see any…”
“That’s alright,” you noted it on your list, “Didn’t think they would be.”
Harry waited as you read down your list, scanning over the pages of flashy sales and “save more! spend less!” graphics.
“Oh! One more thing – what about pecans? I wanted to try my hand at a pie this year.”
He looked up at you, a quirky look on his face, “Are you–.”
“Yes, yes, ‘even after last year’,” you mocked, “There’s always room for growth.”
Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “There’s a 14 ounce bag for three dollars, that’ll be enough?”
“As long as you don’t set it on fire again…” he mumbled under his breath.
You flipped your pen at him, playfully smacking him in the arm and quickly dropping to the floor.
“Oi! Watch it, Miss,” he pouted, rubbing at his arm.
“I think you’ll be just fine, Mister,” you stood from your chair, “Ready?”
Harry craned his neck to look behind you at the clock on the stove, “Hm, s’a little early, but I supposed we should leave now if you’re expecting to attempt a pie again…”
You hastily picked up the pad of paper sitting in front of you and Harry ducked just as quick, shielding his face.
“I’m jus’ kidding, love,” he said through a fit of laughter, “Only do it because I love you.”
“You’re lucky I love you, too.”