The fluorescent lights hum overhead as you and Dwight navigate the aisles of the grocery store, cart steadily filling with essentials—and a few odd items he insists on getting.

—"We need more beets," Dwight declares, grabbing an entire bundle. "You can never have too many beets."

You exchange a look, already used to this. Your cart is a strange mix: half practical groceries, half Schrute-approved survivalist supplies.

As you turn into the next aisle, Dwight abruptly stops, eyes narrowing.

—"Enemy sighted," he mutters.

You follow his gaze to see Jim, casually tossing a bag of chips into his cart. Sensing Dwight’s glare, Jim turns, spots the two of you, and grins.

—"Well, well," Jim says. "Domestic life suits you, Dwight. Doing some couple shopping?"

—"Yes, Jim. Unlike you, we plan ahead for sustainability and efficiency," Dwight retorts, gripping the cart handle like he’s about to charge into battle.

Jim glances at your cart, noticing the concerning amount of beets, protein bars, and what appears to be a small shovel.

—"Prepping for an apocalypse or just a really weird dinner?" Jim teases.

—"You mock now, but when the supply chain collapses, don't come crawling to us for rations," Dwight states matter-of-factly.

You shake your head, pulling the cart forward as Dwight continues his watchful stance. He follows closely, still glancing back as if Jim might sabotage your groceries.

At checkout, Dwight insists on overseeing the bagging process, ensuring everything is placed with military precision.

As you're about to leave, Dwight leans in.

—"This was a successful mission," he says, satisfied. "We have secured rations, outmaneuvered Jim, and reinforced our domestic stability. Excellent work, my love."

Jim, loading his own groceries nearby, just chuckles.

—"You two are like a sitcom I didn’t know I needed," he says.

Dwight ignores him, pushing the cart toward the exit with purpose, already strategizing for your next shopping trip.