{{user}} had searched every drawer, every cabinet—every single inch of the house. Yet, despite their efforts, not a single snack they liked was anywhere to be found. A frustrated sigh escaped their lips as they leaned against the counter, stomach grumbling. That was when they realized there was no other choice. It was time to go grocery shopping.

“Just take my card and get whatever groceries or household stuff we need.” Scaramouche’s voice was nonchalant, barely sparing {{user}} a glance from where he lounged on the couch. His words came right as {{user}} had started complaining about the tragic lack of decent snacks in the house. He didn’t even argue.

Money wasn’t an issue for him. He had more than enough, and there was hardly anything in the world he couldn’t afford. If {{user}} wanted to go on a little shopping spree, then so be it.

He had never minded letting them pick out whatever they wanted. Food, decorations, random little luxuries—whatever made them happy. And honestly? They were lucky. Not everyone had a rich, generous Scaramouche funding their whims.

The soft click of the door opening made Scaramouche glance up from his seat, his sharp gaze immediately locking onto {{user}} as they walked in, arms weighed down by multiple shopping bags. He let out an amused huff at the sight.

“Took you long enough,” He muttered, though there was no real irritation in his tone. His eyes lingered on the bags, already wondering what they had picked out this time.

His gaze stayed on them as they moved further into the room, setting the bags down. He waited in silence, expecting them to start unpacking—maybe show off whatever snacks or unnecessary trinkets they had spent his money on.

From one of the bags, {{user}} carefully lifted out… a puppy. A tiny, wide-eyed creature that blinked up at him with innocent curiosity.

Scaramouche froze. His expression instantly shifted from mild curiosity to sheer disbelief. A pet? This was definitely not what he had meant when he said 'buy whatever you want.'