"The Shopping trip"~ for the Picfic Tuesday Challenge 8/6

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Illya had finally tired of returning home to empty cupboards after a mission. Take-away food was not always an option at three in the morning, nor was the commissary open for anything but coffee. The frugal Russian broke down and the next day, decided it was time to go to a local grocer for some basic supplies.

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Grocery Shopping for Picfic Tuesday 8/6

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"The pediatrician said that I can start her on solids now," Trina told Illya as she turned the shopping cart to go down the baby food aisle. It was a sunny Saturday morning, and Illya and Trina were going grocery shopping with baby Lydia, who sat in her baby seat happily gurgling and waving a rattle.

"So now you will eat grown-up food like your Mama and Papa," Illya said to his tiny daughter, who looked up at him with her big blue eyes. Trina had stopped the cart and was examining jars of baby food critically.

"I think I'll start with carrots, squash, and sweet potatoes," she said, selecting the jars and putting them in the cart. "Sounds yummy, doesn't it, Lydia?" The baby made cooing noises at her.

"Sometimes I just wish she could stay this age forever," Trina sighed.

"Just enjoy it while it lasts," Illya said with a grin.

They turned onto the canned meat aisle, where Illya glanced disdainfully at the caviar. "It is not like the caviar back home," he grumbled.

His face brightened when they turned down the aisle where the alcoholic drinks were. "At least I know that there is quality merchandise here." He smiled as he headed for the imported vodka with the Cyrillic writing on the labels.

He was so eager that he almost ran right into a shopping cart moving in the opposite direction and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was being pushed by Napoleon.

"I did not know that you did your shopping on Saturday mornings as well," he remarked.

"Just picking up a few things for the coming week," Napoleon replied with a smile. "How are you, dear?" he asked Trina.

"I'm doing just fine, thank you," she said as she gave Napoleon a quick hug.

"Just look at you! You're getting so big!" Napoleon said to Lydia. He offered her his finger, and she grabbed it and held it tightly.

"I do feel a bit sorry for him," Trina commented after Napoleon had gone.

"And why is that?" asked Illya.

"Did you see what he had in his cart? It was practically all TV dinners!"

"He is a bachelor. Bachelors eat a lot of TV dinners." Illya grinned.

"I'll have to have him over for a real home-cooked dinner soon," said Trina.

"I am sure he will appreciate that," Illya replied.

They finished shopping and headed for the check-out lane.

"What a beautiful baby!" the cashier observed, smiling at Lydia.

"Thank you," said Trina.

They returned home and put their purchases away, and then Trina fed Lydia and settled her down for a nap.

"Now it is just you and me." Illya wrapped his arms around Trina and began to kiss her neck.

"I was thinking that perhaps we could even have him over tonight," Trina suggested.

"What do you mean?" asked Illya.

"Napoleon. Remember how I said I wanted to have him over for a home-cooked meal sometime? I was just thinking that it might as well be tonight. I could do shrimp and lobster and my special cheese biscuits."

"He will like that," Illya replied. As much as he'd looked forward to a cozy meal with just his wife and daughter, he had to admit that the company of his best friend would be a welcome addition.

PicFic Tuesday 08-06 - The Cashier

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Illya waited his turn in the short queue for the checkout.

A new supermarket had opened not far from his apartment and he decided he’d give it a try; usually he bought his groceries from the small independent stores around his neighbourhood.

As he moved nearer the till he recognised the cashier, it was Marianne Lawson, who he’d met recently after rescuing her from a mugger,** he smiled as she looked up, doing a double take when she recognised him.

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Picfic Tuesday: A Food Interlude

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Illya Kuryakin had been in the United States about three months and partnered with Napoleon Solo for the last one. His jury was still out when it came to the American. His habit was to fall back on manners, respect for authority and discipline when feeling unsure. He was used to his UNCLE superiors in Europe treating him respectfully, but definitely as a subordinate. Agent Solo was unlike any other UNCLE agent he had met. He was the consummate professional in the field, but his demeanor with Illya when they were in the office or not on a mission was easygoing and relaxed. He treated him as an equal.

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Clean-Up On Aisle 9 - PicFic 8/6

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“We’re going to be doing what?”  Illya wasn’t certain he understood correctly what Napoleon was attempting to explain.  The phrase being used made him think of a fairy tale, or worse.

“I said we’re going undercover in a supermarket, and you’re going to be a box boy.”  What on earth was a box boy?

“I haven’t a clue what it is you are attempting to tell me, Napoleon.  What is this box boy, and do you intend for me to … get into a box?”

Sometimes Napoleon wondered just how it was that his erudite partner had managed to get himself all of those degrees, and in science no less.  Shaking his head in wonderment, he backtracked for his confused friend.

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