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Lia Valencia | Aphrodite (philommeides) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2010-08-09 14:25:00

Neighborly
Who: Riley and Lia
What: Two lovely ladies meet as one of said ladies is carting groceries up to her apartment!
Where: The lobby and beyond, I imagine! :D
When: Mid-morning to early afternoon, I suppose! It's bright and pretty out!
Warnings: Who knows? Girly things?



Lia loved the grocery store.

This was especially true of grocery stores like Trader Joe's, Whole Foods, and the local co-op, because all their items were sort of the luxury items of food. No cheap or sub-standard ingredients; everything fresh and new, never stale or dated; and everything always looked appealing. Not to say that aesthetics were the first priority in food purchases for Lia, but they helped.

Now, though Lia loved the grocery store(s), this was not to say that she loved cooking. In fact, quite the opposite was true; if Lia knew how to cook anything at all, she never let on to this fact, and more than one disaster had been witnessed either in her own kitchen, or more often, the kitchen of a companion who thought it might be a nice idea to make a meal together. Lia was entirely unashamed and remorseless about this fact: some people were good at cooking, some people were good at other things. Lia put herself solidly in the latter category with little concern for the former.

Even so, another one of the nice things about the grocers she patronized was that they had all manner of prepared or easy-to-prepare foods that made her life easier. The problem, of course, was being spoiled for choice - and then getting all her choices back up to her apartment, which was much farther away from her tiny little sports car than she might have liked. It reminded her of New York, and not necessarily in the good way - while there were many advantages to living in a high-rise rather than a house or town-home, as she'd occupied in Manhattan Beach, grocery management was not one of them.

So, with too many bags to count hanging off of each arm, her body visibly drooping from the weight of fresh fruit and salad, organic chips and salsa, frozen organic lasagna, goat's milk ice cream, paraben-free hand soap, and innumerable other delicious (and inordinately heavy) grocery items, Lia moved into the lobby of the building with most of her usual grace but far less of her usual speed, and prayed the elevator was working properly today.