"Sour cream and onion?" His eyes roved over the shelves of chips and targeted a bag near the top - he pulled it down with ease, making a shot toward Fiona's cart like a basketball star going for a three pointer. The chips landed easily, and Max finished up with a roaring noise made by putting his hands over his mouth.
He grinned. "And yes, I'm a card carrying member of the Justice League fan club, so I'll take that as a compliment," he retorted back to her comment about the diagnosis of chronic dorkdom. Once it looked like their cart was full, Max took the handlebar and started to direct it toward the check out. He might have been a dork, but he was also used to being the one pushing a grocery-laden cart while shopping as his sister added various things to the load.
"I'm guessing we're good to go? Maybe you should text Sam and see if he's in," Max finished, using the opportunity of being sisterless to jump onto the back of the cart and ride it to the end of the snack aisle.