eighty-four

“Yeah,” Izzy said. “Except, were you getting frozen stuff?”

“Well, probably,” Emma said, and then, as she spoke, realized what Izzy meant. Frozen food would start to thaw while they had a drink. “Oh yeah.”

“So no?”

“I suppose not.”

“So are you ready now?”

Emma nodded.

“Go pay,” Izzy said. “And then we’ll get a drink.”

Emma went and paid, feeling a little silly about pushing a trolley through the checkout with only three things in it. She paid, and took the plastic bag the checkout operator handed her, and then said to Izzy, “Okay, so where would you like to go?”

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