"Can't be to careful. Especially in Florida," she said as they headed into the store. Her head tilted toward Gordie to catch the wink after his wit. "Love's got shit to do with a deranged mind. Plenty of schools have been shot up. Gun-free zone my ass," she said as she pushed her sunglasses to the top of her blond head. Walking along side Gordie she had to pull up short as they turned, having to pivot on her left foot making her gait awkward for a moment. With how neatly the Target was laid out it was easy to find the section with small appliances. A decent enough selection. Her eyes followed Gordie as he just stooped down and hefted one up and onto his shoulder. Like she said, putting those muscles to good use.<br/><br/>Hands on her hips she stared at the selection. Reasonable prices but she wasn't too good at sharing a small space. If her roomate did end up showing they'd be in for a rude shock. Her eyes bounced over at him with his quip. An eyebrow quirked up at the cocky joke. "Yeah sure, but if you drop it you're buying me a second one," she responded without a single twitch of a smile in her lips. While she could carry it through the store she had other items in mind too. They'd probably need carts to carry it all.<br/><br/>Rennie. Irene went still at the nickname. Her eyes flicked to him, her head unmoving. Just like at the gym she looked like she was prepared to give him a verbal lashing, or even a physical one. Her lips pressed to a thin line and drew a long breath through her nose. Cheeks puffed as she released the breath. "Reeny...if you're going to use a nickname. Rennie sounds like a carnival reject." Finally she turned her head and looked up at the minifridge suspended over his shoulder. "If we're getting brews we'll need a cart. You don't have to show off for me. Wait here." Somehow she rolled a cheeky compliment and an order into a single breath. Expecting him to do just that she left for the front of the store.<br/><br/>At the cart return a woman was pulling her bags out of a cart to push it in. Irene slapped a hand onto the side and pulled it away. She grabbed a second and dragged both behind her through the store, right back to where she had told Gordie to wait. "Work smarter, not harder," she said as she pushed one towards him and dragged the other with her. Irene selected a slightly larger fridge, one about half as tall as herself, with a small but separate freezer part. The tiny freezers in other fridges were took small and never kept frozen things properly frozen. She hefted it up and plopped it into her cart with a small huff. "So about that booze. Can't say I'm a big beer drinker...wine and vodka though." She made an 'OK' sign with her hand accompanied by a click of her tongue. "But I've been known to down a decent Hefeweizen from time to time. How about you?"<br/><br/>At the liquor aisle Catty pulled up her cart. Thank God for Florida and it's lax liquor laws. One bottle of each flavor of the Ketel One Botanicals would do the trick for her. Couldn't just drink the same flavor forever, that was boring. "Taste of home?" She asked as she picked up a bottle of Crown Royal. While she didn't smirk at him a little light of amusement danced in her eyes. Whether he took it or not it was time to head for beer and wine. Irene was quick to pick out a couple bottles of Pinot Grigio and Riesling. "You are old enough to drink in the states right?" She suddenly thought to asked with raised eyebrows. "I'm not buying for minors."