She hated shopping with Yonah, she decided. They were never doing it again

She patted the melon twice before putting it into the cart.

Yonah popped up behind her. “Whatchya doing?”

She smirked. “I have no idea. I just always see my mother do that.”

They cracked up. See, this was fun! She usually shopped on her own on Wednesday night, but they’d had Pinny and Ayala’s sheva brachos, and had gotten home way later than expected. It had been fun, being the newly married couple without being the stars of the show. Plenty of attention, but in a backseat kind of way.

Now, it was already Thursday, and Yonah had offered to go shopping with her so they could run through her list more quickly.

She wasn’t sure they were actually saving any time, but it was such a chilled and easy way to spend time with each other.

She perused her list. “Okay, you go get the snacks, I’ll get the yogurts, and we’ll meet at the pasta slash rice aisle, okay?”

He saluted smartly. “Yes, sir, captain.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed the cart to the dairy section, smiling to herself. Yonah made everything enjoyable; he was so easygoing and light. She really didn’t appreciate that enough. She was going to write him a letter tonight, she decided, putting some coffee Greek yogurts in the wagon and grabbing four regular vanilla ones for Yonah. He wasn’t much of a yogurt guy, but sometimes he got in the mood.

She pushed her way over to the pasta aisle, winding around other young couples using bein hasedorim to stock up in Aisle Nine.

Yonah came sauntering over, a bag of pretzels and a package of sandwich cookies in his hands. She blinked in surprise.

“Hi. Where are the snacks?”

He looked at her like she might not be feeling well. “Uh, Est, they’re right here.”

She bit her lip. “Um, no, snacks means chocolates and nuts and cereal bars and gummies and soft chewy cookies. Haven’t you seen our snack cabinet?”