Buffy was pensive when he came back to the car, not even noticing until she she saw the trunk pop open, startling her out of her reverie. It would probably be for the best to just sweep everything under the rug for now.
"I vote clothes, then food. Both of the canned and not canned variety." The ravioli had actually been kind of good, canned or not. It was better than what she was used to, anyhow. "I don't smell like barn anymore, but my pants falling down in the grocery store would be all kinds of not cool."