At home her daughter pushed under her, looking into the fridge while Xen unpacked the grocery bags. “Did you get any strawberries?”
“Nope, I got blackberries.”
“I don’t like blackberries!” said Xen’s son from the other room.
“Me either,” agreed the girl.
Xen pulled out the plastic containers, and started stacking them in the fridge, reaching around her daughter. “More for me.”
Jareth rustled around in the bags behind Xen. “Which bag has my deodorant?”
“Oh.” Xen paused, holding the last container of berries. She looked away and tried to shoo their daughter out of the kitchen.
Jareth looked at her, eyebrows raised. “You didn’t get it.”