Zubin drags you along in the store, searching for the ketchup aisle. Once he reaches it, he frowns, picking up the single bottle of natural ketchup and looks at you.

“They only have one bottle of natural ketchup? Who is buying the rest of it!? I need my natural ketchup,” he huffs and sets the natural ketchup in the cart. “Now, you can buy what you need, {{user}}. But…goofy dramatic sigh we will only have one bottle of natural ketchup…”