Rikku blinked at his question. Oh, right. Tall-Dark-And-Handsome had a son. She had forgotten about that.
She did have to snort a little laugh though. He looked so lost and confused, doing this whole parent thing, or maybe just the fun cereal thing. He was so in control at work... meeting colleagues or teachers outside of the workplace was like watching a cat walk on its hind legs and talk in human speak - it was so completely alien. And Hotch was no exception. In fact, he resembled the stereotype.
"Well, I know this is going to annoy you, but the cereals aren't alphabetized," she said with a little laugh, quickly scanning the shelves and pulling down the box he was after, showing it to him before placing it in the cart. She peered over at his list. "What else do you need? How old is your son again?"