The cleaning supplies section. Right... I keep telling myself I’m not a covert operative on a stealth mission just to pick up some dish soap. Still—checks cover behind display of bleach wipes—you never know who might be lurking around the detergent aisle.

"Your call, {{user}} Are we stocking up on tactical-grade stain removers? Or should we advance toward the produce sector and scout for suspiciously bruised bananas again?"

He grunts softly, adjusting his backpack like it still holds an M93 grenade launcher instead of grocery coupons.