Aoba followed closed to Kuro, not wanting to get in others' way. He paused for a brief moment as he felt the AC kick in. "That feels nice." He would've stayed longer, but he would've blocked traffic. So, he stayed by Kuro's side, eyeing all the packaging on the shelf. There was a lot of things there he had never heard of, and some of the stuff in the cans or on the pictures didn't look very appealing. But, Kuro never picked any of it. "I mostly ate fruits when I wanted to refuel. I guess the veggies and all the other won't be so bad." The idea of carrying too much made him stick his tongue out. "Good idea. Carry light as possible."

He stepped backwards as he looked at all the fruits and vegetables in the much cooler section. "It's so much cooler in here..." He sighed and looked over at Kuro. "We should get one of these cooler things. They're really-!" He took a quick step forward when he felt a hand on his wing. Aoba refrained from panicking too much before he looked down and noticed a small child peering at him. Her eyes were wide in wonder and she reached out, not to him, but his wings. Aoba folded them and whispered. "Kuro, what's wrong with the little human and why is she over here?" 

The small girl giggled and reached up to him. "Pretty! Pretty!" Aoba's gave a curious look as she pointed and smiled. The small child waddled forward and held on to Aoba's leg, reaching out to the wing. 

"K-Kuro?" Aoba wasn't sure what to do, but out of instinct he carefully picked her up. "Where's your mama little one?" She peered over Aoba's shoulder and stared at Kuro with the same wide eyed expression. She wasn't afraid, and to prove it, she reached out to him. "I think she likes you?" Aoba was about to let Kuro get a closer look at the small child but was suddenly stopped. 

"Samantha! Samantha!? Oh there you are! You scared mommy!" The woman snatched her child and looked at Aoba. "Thank you. She wandered off and I only turned my back for a second." Samantha was still smiling at both males before being pulled away by her mom. Aoba watched, waving as she went away and then turned back to the task at hand. They still had food to pick and carry. 

"Well, that was...weird. Anyway," Aoba looked in the basket, poking at the things Kuro had already grabbed. Most of the stuff was fresh and organic. Other stuff were spices and the likes that had to be mixed with the other foods. He wondered if Kuro could cook all that stuff. It wouldn't have been too bad if he couldn't. They could always. . . Well, Aoba couldn't survive off of just fruit. He had to remember that. "Is this everything for the time being? It looks like a lot. Hopefully it doesn't get too heavy."