"Oho! Snap!" Cooper clapped a hand to his chest in mock anguish and staggered back a step. Unfortunately that was just far enough to back him into one of the racks of nightgowns, and whatever other bons mots he might have had in mind were abandoned in favor of scrambling to keep the works from tipping over. Once reassured that the spindly mass of chrome wasn't going over, he followed Sarah to the checkout. If she or the clerk had looked, at the right angle to the light it was just possible to see that under his tan Cooper was turning a pink to match the shopping bag. "Erm, no, no froo-froo undies for me, thanks. I don't do well with things that have laundry instructions."<br/><br/>"Postcards," he nodded as they headed down the street. "Yeah, of course. There's got to be something like a bodega down there. Somewhere you can get batteries and ice cream and post cards. Mmm." He smacked his lips and squeezed Sarah's hand. "I'm about ready for a little something. You?"