“Roan…” She eyes me cautiously. “When was the last time you went grocery shopping?” “A few days ago,” I huff. “I give a list to whatever foot soldier has been annoying me most that week.” Her lips press tight together, clearly holding back a laugh, the smile clear in her eyes. “No, I mean when was the last time you went? Like actually stepped foot in a grocery store.” “It’s been awhile,” I admit. “But I’m pretty sure it shouldn’t be this hard.”
