By the time they'd gotten back, she was also in a pretty good mood again, but she had not forgotten about the fact that he seemed to enjoy telling her to go get off her feet and go be a pregnant lady on the couch, not that she could blame him. But it wasn't gonna happen.
Adora had, in fact, been putting things like the bread he'd bought into his fridge, and she was expecting him to actually take them out the next time he went to put the cheese in the fridge or something.
When she caught sight of the apples, Adora couldn't help but laugh, and she grabbed a washrag, swatting at him with it. "Those can stay on the counter, but you better put those oranges in the fridge."