Who: Sif and OTA What: Picking up a few things When: Tuesday afternoon Where: Walmart Warnings: TBA but probably none Status: Open/On-going
Sif was grateful for the fact that she remembered being in Madison Valley before; she knew that she could very well have returned without her memories; while she would have remembered her times on Midgard, they had been brief and not exactly inclined towards learning the planet or its culture or... well... anything, really. Her time in town had taught her much of the culture -- dress, mannerisms, speech, entertainment.
Most importantly, though admittedly not the thing she had thought of first upon her arrival, was the number of things she would need to purchase for her apartment. She'd picked up some basics, like a few outfits and towels and the like, but she would need everything else. First of all, kitchen items. And food. Those two kind of tied, she supposed, because you really did need things to cook most of the food with. She could improvise, but it would be quite a pain and more labor intensive than she wanted. All of which explained why she was at Walmart, small notepad resting on the seat of her cart, making her way through the store.
Her first stop had been a complete set of cookware and then dishes. Those had just been basic simple ones, nothing fancy. The cookware had been one of the better sets because if she was going to be spending a chunk of money on one thing then of course she was going for quality. But that done, she could move on to the rest of her list.
Hello, grocery department, you were going to be fun.
Whoever had thought it was a good idea to let the Asgardian woman loose in Walmart clearly hadn't been thinking right. Sif was enjoying herself entirely too much, just sort of meandering aimlessly up and down the aisles as she did her shopping. Hey, until she found a job, she'd have to entertain herself somehow.