"Can you make me a grilled cheese when we get back?" I request as I risk a glance at him.
"You can't make it yourself?" he bites back with slightly wide eyes as if he's shocked I'd ask such a thing of him.
"I can but you're such a good cook," I compliment him with a tilted head. He gives me an irritated look out of his peripheral so I figure the flattery isn't working and decide to just shut up.
When we reach Food Mart, I hurry to get a cart and Asa watches with his hands on his hips. I wheel it over to him with a toothy smile on my face. "Vroom, vroom," I greet him as I pretend to rev the handlebars. I make a guttural engine imitation as I continue to roll my wrists.
He stares at me and sighs but I can see the smile peeking through his lips. "Can I drive the cart?" he requests while
