Laetita glided through the grocery store, her skirt swishing. She paused in produce, grabbing the necessities—Onions, roma tomatoes, lettuce—while smelling each items and turning it over in her hands to inspect for damage. One by one she hesitantly placed each item into her cart, careful to avoid bruising the perishable. She had plans for dinner tonight, involving a hollowed out cucumber, cheese, and vegetables with a little bacon. Not too much. Just enough for her daily protein.

She liked the grocery store. It served as a calm breakaway from routine home life, allowing her to take her mind off of her reading (it was Faust today, which she'll finish by the fireplace tonight) and instead walk among the people. The people of earth.

Teens passed by, dressed in bright flamboyant colors, jeans sagging, laughing and enjoying their lives without a care in the world. There was a certain beauty to it. People. Living their lives without a care in the world. Her heart twisted, a pang of loneliness running through her. She wished she could feel that way. Envy was beneath her, and yet...

The grocery cart slammed into her gut causing her to sharply exhale—a sound that was shocking to her ears. She glanced down, then up, and realized... she hit someone. She hit someone with her cart and she should apologize. Words caught in her throat.

So she reached into her purse and fished out Steve to handle the conversation.

The sock puppet, Steve, nodded it's head rapidly, it's frond-like hair bouncing up and down. "Sorry sorry chum! Wasn't looking where I was going, old age see? I'm an old puppet, eyes aren't what they used to be!" Steve laughed, patting his stomach. "Ignore the woman, she's blind, see? Never got her license either. We make quite a pair!" The sock puppet raised it's fists and started to punch Laetitia, like it was using her to speedbag. Laetita appeared unamused, with a faint, tiny smile on her face.

Just what is going on here?