party's over and you don't look so good

[confidenceman]

Somewhere along the lines of learning how to live with and support an infant, Sawyer completely forgot that he was a smoker.

Well, that wasn't completely true.

He hasn't smoked regularly for years now. It wasn't a habit that Juliet was fond of, and Sawyer wasn't in the habit of denying her anything that she asked of him. He'd picked it up briefly again after her death, but in the last stretches of tumult that the island threw at them, there wasn't much time for it. Even in Darrow, he's only smoked to be social more than anything else — too many troublesome rules and laws about where they're permitted to smoke in the city for him to bother with. It's easier going without.

And when Cleo came along, well. He was too engrossed in constantly being by her side to even think about stepping away for a smoke. The rare occasions that he returned with the smell of it on his clothes from others in construction, he'd thrown those clothes directly in the hamper. Hell, if he were shaving regularly, he might even look cleaned up.

But for some reason, when he's at the grocery store today, his gaze turns towards the cigarettes. And then towards the alcohol. Would it be so bad if he bought a couple of beers? He stands in the middle of the aisle, looking slightly helpless, before a man gives him a glare for stopping right in the middle of the walkway.

"Sorry," he mutters, hanging his head briefly. "Damn it. Just hit the list and get your ass home, LaFleur."

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[jianhuo]

Saffron's gotten really great at bargain hunting. The amount of cooking she does, all the people she makes food for, she's found can really start to add up in grocery bills if she's not careful. So she's taken to watching for the best sales, clipping coupons, doing what she can to stretch her dollar in every way possible. She loves cooking, and even more so for her friends, and she doesn't want to have to cut back on that if she can at all help it, even if the number of folks on her list seems to be growing all the time. It helps, at least, that many of them she only gives things once in a while.

She's making her way through the store, pushing her gradually filling cart, when she passes an aisle and gets a glimpse of a familiar figure. Stopping, she turns down the aisle towards him, shooting a look at the man passing by who'd just glared at him.

"Hey," she says, smiling softly. "Fancy meeting you here."