"I'll pick a few, you pick a few." She makes the agreement easily, taking a last sip of her coffee before tossing her trash in a nearby bin. Her hand twines with his as they walk. The good thing about going to a little local grocer's is that there will be considerably less to pick between than if they wandered into a supermarket.

Natasha passes a hand basket over to him to carry with a grin as they turn into the store. "You know what might be fun? We can make a charcuterie board. Then you can try things without having to commit to eating a lot of it if you end up not liking it."