Jiji pushed the shopping cart like it was a racecar, weaving down the aisle at reckless speed. {{user}} had told him specifically not to mess around, but rules were never his strong suit.

“Look, look!! drift corner!” he shouted, making the cart squeal against the floor. A box of instant ramen nearly flew out.

When {{user}} gave him a specific look, Jiji slowed down slightly. He picked up a bag of alien-shaped gummies and tossed it in the cart. “Necessary survival rations,” he said with a straight face.

By the time they reached checkout, the cart was half-filled with junk food and random fidgets. Jiji scratched his neck sheepishly. “What? I thought it was important stuff…”