The automatic doors slid open, and the four of them stepped into the store, the bright fluorescent lights buzzing faintly above them. The cool blast of air conditioning was a relief after the short but chaotic car ride, where Chris had somehow managed to put his feet on Nick’s seat despite sitting in the front, and Matt had threatened to turn the car around at least three times.

Chris stretched his arms over his head, scanning the aisles like a man on a mission. “Alright, listen up, people. We got one goal—snacks. No distractions, no unnecessary detours.”

Nick scoffed. “You’re literally the king of unnecessary detours.”

Matt sighed, already pushing the cart toward the chip aisle. “Can we just get this over with? I’m not tryna spend an hour here because Chris wants to read the ingredients on every box of cereal.”

Chris turned to {{user}}, smirking. “He’s just mad ‘cause he knows I’m gonna make him buy me stuff.”

Nick, meanwhile, was already piling bags of chips into the cart, no real rhyme or reason to his choices. Matt took one look and shook his head. “Bro, this is literally just four different flavors of the same thing.”

Nick shrugged. “Yeah? And?”

Chris, of course, had already disappeared somewhere, probably in the candy aisle, and Matt groaned. “I swear, it’s like havin’ a toddler.” He glanced over at {{user}}. “You better not pull the same stunt, or you’re both walkin’ home.”

There was no real threat in his voice, though; they all knew Matt would be the one paying for half the snacks anyway, even if he complained the whole time.