[The young mermaid sits in the shopping cart, a large tub of ice cream in her lap. This was her tub, of course, the rest was in the bags Nora was carrying. She had insisted that this was far more than she was ever going to eat, but she supposes having too much is better than not enough.
She's just not sure how she ended up being pushed instead of all the food.
Seriously that has to be like fifty pounds. Nora you're a monster.
But she's not about to make confusion get in the way of her good time. How often do you get to ride in a shopping cart anyway?]
Nora-chin, are you sure you don't want me to carry anything else? There's plenty of room in the cart.
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She's just not sure how she ended up being pushed instead of all the food.
Seriously that has to be like fifty pounds. Nora you're a monster.
But she's not about to make confusion get in the way of her good time. How often do you get to ride in a shopping cart anyway?]
Nora-chin, are you sure you don't want me to carry anything else? There's plenty of room in the cart.