Penelope/Miles
Miles flat out hated going to a regular grocery store for his ingredients, but it was either that, or hound his supplier over three cloves of garlic. He'd risk it.
He'd managed to sneak out before service - he still had reservations, despite whatever was supposed to be going on in the county - and grabbed his garlic, putting it into a bag and heading for the checkout. He was jogging, though, and he wasn't looking where he was going. He stopped himself from knocking over a woman with a cart, but only barely. He still crashed into her, but at least she stayed upright. "Sorry. Are you all right?"