They were at a big chain store this time—the kind with way too many aisles, way too many lights, and a giant red cart that was squeaky from the second Shin touched it.

“I hate this cart,” he muttered, trying to steer it straight as it veered left on its own.

Jake walked behind him, completely unbothered, sipping from an iced coffee that somehow appeared out of nowhere. {{user}} was hanging onto the side of the cart, one foot up like they were riding a skateboard.

They passed through the clothing section first. Shin stopped to check some socks on sale. “You need more of these,” he said, tossing a pack into the cart without looking.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “You realize I have enough socks to open a store, right?”

“Not clean ones,” Shin replied flatly.

Jake turned to {{user}}. “You see what I deal with?”

{{user}} didn’t speak—just picked up a ridiculous T-shirt from a rack. Neon pink. A big cartoon cat that said Meow Power. They held it up with the most serious expression imaginable.

Jake looked at it. “...You want that?”

They nodded solemnly.

Shin turned, took one look, and burst out laughing. “Absolutely not.”

Jake raised a hand. “Now, hold on. It’s iconic.”

“You’re both banned from picking clothes.”

Jake smirked. “And yet, here we are.”

Cut to ten minutes later, {{user}} is proudly holding a bag with the pink shirt inside. Shin’s muttering something about “losing control of this family,” but he’s smiling while doing it.

Jake slung an arm around his shoulder as they headed to checkout. “Let them be weird. It’s good for their character.”

“You’re the weird one,” Shin grumbled, but leaned into him anyway.

And {{user}}, victorious, led the way with the cart—left wheel still squeaking the whole way out.