He shrugged once more. “So you’d deny the food?”
He thought about it for a second. “Welll….no. BUT I WOULD STILL WANNA GO.”
With a sigh and a laugh, he retorted, “Then come along! Before the stores close!”
He exited the house once more, going over to America’s car.
America followed him, jumping into the driver’s seat of his car.
England got into the passenger’s, shutting the door and buckling his seat belt.
“What markets are around here anyway?”
Alfred started driving in the direction of the grocery store. “Just a whole bunch of supermarkets.”