Follow her? Exactly what he planned to do since he wasn't in favor of picking rotten fruit or wandering aimlessly. He didn't have time to respond before she was pushing a basket at him. They had to carry their groceries too? Alright, the whole thing was still better than living under Death Eaters' thumbs, but Merlin, he was Draco Malfoy.
He barely withheld a whimper as he trailed after her, looking every bit the lost puppy he felt like. "Cho?" He called. "You mentioned your job before. What exactly are you doing?" He stopped in front of a stack of oranges. "Fruit. Fruit is needed, yeah?" He could always dip it in chocolate if necessary.