It was nice that Alex was talking again. Mostly because the silence was really beginning to get to her. She had never been a fan of silence, unless it was the content, sleepy silence that often came after sex, or when you were just so happy you didn't need words to express it. She smiled faintly at him, just a hint of her usual good humor coming back to her eyes.
"They're probably so big so they can put the milk so far away from the entrance," she remarked, quirking an eyebrow at him. It was a trick that he had taught her once, a long time ago, when they'd been dating for a few years. It had been an evening they'd spent mostly in bed, passing a bottle of wine back and forth and sharing Indian takeout, while he was practically falling over himself laughing at the faces she made. She had eventually tackled him to the mattress, upsetting the rest of the wine, and made him stop giggling at her by distracting him thoroughly.
She was shaking almost constantly now, and had to clench her jaw tightly to keep her teeth from chattering. "Why is it so bloody cold in here?" she growled as they approached the dairy case, flexing long, icy fingers in attempt to warm them some. "I can barely feel my hands."