She made her own sauce. That was either quaint or peculiar and to be honest, he wasn't entirely sure which. Still, he gave the obligatory look into her cart and nodded. Admittedly, the items she had purchased certainly looked more appetizing than what he had.
Oh. Right. He would need to finish shopping. Of course. Well, he supposed he had enough for a few days worth. It was strange, but he found he didn't want to do anymore of his shopping under her eye. As if she might judge his choices. "I'm finished," he declared easily. It wasn't the smoothest transition but he turned and headed towards the checkout.