Delivery!
[About an hour later (Jules really did try to hurry, but her deathtrap car sometimes had a problem reaching the speed limit), there were bags of Chinese food there. Maybe this was more food than needed to feed a small African country. No fish, no soup, but about twelve various entrees matched with different appetizers. Variety was the spice of life, and she'd rather he complain about having too much than her forgetting something. One bag was filled with nothing but eggrolls and Wokano's famous homemade fortune cookies. Yeah, Jules had eaten about five of those cookies on the way there, but that didn't put a dent in the obscene amount she had packed up for him. The last two bags held the fruit he asked for (sure, when he said a couple bags, he probably didn't mean grocery-sized bags full, yet here we are); raspberries, blueberries, mango, strawberries, kiwi, peaches, pineapple, bananas, watermelon, a few limes. Basically anything she could find in the walk-in. Some of the fruits she couldn't even name, yet they were all washed, cut up, and packed up separately for snacking or throwing into a blender.]