Adelaide was overdressed for grocery shopping, but since she had only decided to replenish her supplies of things that probably hadn’t actually diminished at all after she had left the house, she wasn’t letting it bother her. Really, if she could be bothered bending her powers of recollection to before she decided she might want to make lavender or earl grey shortbread cookies in the future, she was overdressed in general. Not that that ever had an effect on what the angel chose to wear anywhere at any time; she shared too many of her sister’s tendencies for that. Sometimes it wasn’t practical to let Independence and Individualism play in the same sandbox. But she had a mind to make shortbread in the future, so none of that mattered.
Steaming ahead through the door before it could be opening for her -- “I don’t need your gallantry, sunshine.” -- she stepped inside inside the supermarket and spent a moment trying to recall where the items on her shopping list resided. It was something of a pain in the ass that places like this liked to rearrange their stock whenever something new and allegedly exciting that no one could possibly live without debuted their shelves. It frequently made her want to slap managers silly. Teetering on her tip-toes -- an achievement, given the height of her heels -- she cast an eye over the top of the shelves, moving towards the ‘cake stuff’ after reading the signs over the aisles. She already had lavender flowers at home, the earl grey was palmed on the way... then she went back and she had everything for a chai spice mix if she felt like making chai vanilla cupcakes. It was all the general baking supplies she had decided she needed to top up.
Except she never would have dreamt of drifting towards anything involving sprinkles she hadn’t already tasted and approved unless she had felt that all too familiar pull. A covert glance at the young woman as she rounded the corner and she not only found proper vanilla as well as vanilla flavouring, dropping both into her basket, but began perusing things she... had no intention of buying. Adelaide didn’t ever bake with baking mix, she baked from scratch. Her expression was one of horrified curiosity as she stared at one of the gaudy packages on the shelf in front of her face -- both because of the idea of what was in the box and because of that dependence.
Pull yourself together, Adele. Signs of horror very deliberately dissolving, the angel had but a moment to look at a different item before the other woman’s excitable greeting gave her cause to turn her head without spying. She returned the smile, though it was decidedly more level-headed than... whatever-her-name’s was (she really needed to fill in that unknown detail) and grounded by the tick the word ‘boyfriend’ had caused in her head. Something told her she would find a lot more of that kind of tick if she talked to this girl long enough. Well. That could be arranged. “Bless you, honey, that’s sweet.” Although she had already gotten it into her head that perhaps he didn’t deserve it. “I’d say Red Velvet, I never was one to trust multi-coloured sprinkles.” Adelaide gave a brief, elegant shrug before adding, “But then I’m old-fashioned and your mister might like them. My husband -- God rest his soul -- always liked his chocolate coffee cake made with dark chocolate. You know, so it was never too sweet.” She paused just long enough for that to sink in. This was often where people tried to reply and got cut off because she start talking again. The angel was nothing if not deliberately friendly and helpful, even if half of her conversation was balanced with convenient lies or half-truths. Besides, she wanted the girl’s attention. “You bake for him often?” She certainly seemed to wield those boxes with a level of confidence.