Marco gave her the nod to go ahead and take his wallet, not really realizing that it was an in character thing and not really caring either way. "No, it's cool. You... you should probably do the grocery shopping." He offered her a small smile, knowing that she had seen how good he was with food. He was pretty sure he could do better actually buying food than cooking it, but he had no way of being sure. He was secretly grateful that she had nothing to say about the cigarettes. It wasn't as bad as the other stuff he'd done, but he still expected at least a disapproving look.
He watched her confused as she stood up, wondering if she was going back to work, or to get her food. When she squeezed in next to him, he felt just as corny and sappy as he had before, and he carefully leaned back a little more so he could hold the baby against him with one arm, and put the other around Juno's back. "You smell like french fries," he said with a small laugh.