WHO: PJ and Percy WHAT: a first meeting between a future Mr. and Mrs. WHEN: Threeish years ago, round 1am WHERE: A grocery store
PJ liked to pretend she could cook. She'd buy glossy housekeeping magazines and find recipes that looked amazing and yumy. Rip the pages out, put them in her purse, and head to the grocery store without checking which cooking devices were at the Quake house, which ingredients. That was how they had five mixing bowls and three whisks; and PJ didn't see any problem with that at all. The only problem she saw was some very technical terms for what she was pretty sure was just supposed to be cream or milk for the chocolate mousse she wanted to make.
Standing in the middle of the dairy aisle with the crumbled article in one hand, and a basket of goodies in the other, PJ stared wide eyed a the big display of milks and creams. She had come right after practice, her eyes a little red and puffy from being so tired. Her clothing was plain- black jeans, ankle boots, an old Quake shirt was 70% sure was actually Ken's. She shivered a little in the aisle, staring at the brand names and looking back at her list. PJ finally settled for a pretty looking bottle that had a similar enough name, and the article slipped from her grasp and went gently wafting down th aisle, towards a gentleman who looked almost as tired as she did. It landed at his feet.
"Oh, whoops," she smiled, walking up to him, jug and basket in hand.