Rose winkled her nose and shook her head. "I'm not grocery shopping with you, who am I, your mother?" But leaving the bar didn't seem a bad idea: she was feeling a bit heavy in the head, loose in the lips, and jelly in her legs. She imagined he had to be feeling at least slightly similar, and that meant the best course of action was to head back to his apartment and remain at least seven inches away from him at all times. For safety reasons.
She finished her drink, dropped it heavily on the table, and stood. "I should probably see your cupboards before I figure out how to stock them, yeah?"
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