Milk, Onions, and Friendship

Bedivere Fontaine

Fontaine glanced down the row of milk cartons thoughtfully before pointing at one with a green label. Really, he knew quite a few which were what he internally labelled as good brands some of them tended to be more expensive and he wasn't about to bankrupt somebody he had just met.

"Try that one," he suggested. "Really, any of the ones that say 'no hormones added' would be good, though. That goes for pretty much anything else, too."

Bedivere Fontaine

"Well, of course," the man said. He would have done a slight puff of pride, too, if it weren't for the fact that he was still stranded on this woman's shoulder. "I am a cook. It would be mortifying if I weren't aware of these things." Cooking was serious business. It might not have been Bedivere's official profession but this was a case of passion superseding all else.

"Are you looking for any cut in particular?" Bedivere asked, nodding at the butcher's counter. He would have gestured in a different, more obvious way but seeing as his hands were full, that was out of the option. It was a good thing that he was used to hauling heavy groceries all around, or else his arms would probably be dying right now.

Bedivere Fontaine

"Okay?" That didn't exactly give him much to go off of. "Is it for yourself, or-?" Bedivere tried to think of why she would want that. Was she going to freeze it for the year? Have a barbecue?

"I don't suppose that you have a budget in mind?" That was kind of important when buying something, after all. He didn't think that she was desperate enough that she was trying to buy something dirt cheap to store for the winter, at least.

Bedivere Fontaine

He wiggled a little on the woman's shoulder to find a more comfortable position. Bedivere blinked. "Oh, you own a bear?" Or was Bear some sort of nickname for somebody else? He was going to go with the fact that she did in fact own a bear since she hardly seemed to be the sort who would just nickname something like that.

"Well, I'm not too sure what sort of diet bears are supposed to have but you could probably buy quite a bit of entrails for a lower price than normal. I'd say forgo the normal cuts if you're really only looking for quantity."

Bedivere Fontaine

"Oh, I see." Bedivere really had no idea how he was supposed to react to that. As they waited in line, he glanced around a little. Now people were starting to look at them strangely but then again, what they were doing was pretty weird anyways. He couldn't really fault anybody for it.

"So," he started after a while, trying to think of something to fill the void. "So, have you known each other for long, then?" Just what sort of person was this, though, who trained with a bear on a regular basis? And what kind of training was this, anyways?