All Scorpius wanted was to get his dinner and leave the grocery mart. The trouble was, some blond woman chit was hogging the lobster tank and he happened to want lobster that evening. He circled around the store twice, hoping she might clear off by the time he passed the vegetables twice. That, unfortunately, was not the case and Scorpius was losing what little patience – if any – he had left.
When he saw her tap the glass, something in Scorpius snapped. "Are you going to keep making faces at them, or are you actually going to buy one?" he asked, tone full of exasperation.