Your OC and the above OC run into each other as--

Mommy issues were going to be one hell of a bitch if Walker ever found out that the superhero was aware of the existence of her mother, as well as... Maybe her father-in-law? But it was definitely her mother who would've made the mommy issues more egregious than ever, as the middle-aged aristocrat thumbed the shopping cart handle while eyeing the other party ever so cautiously.

"You know your way around this particular market, miss?" the older woman had asked with a frown, "You seem like you would know it anyways. You already seem to have a lot of stuff in your hands." That was a stupid assumption, in all honesty. The only reason the aristocrat even made that assumption was that the younger woman seemed... Well... Young. Young enough to know about her son's whereabouts, perhaps? That, of course, was too forward of a question, and Walker actually doubted whether she'd ever feel comfortable enough to let the other party know of her predicament - even if it was through the most subtle of implications.

Better to be innocuous, then wait to see if it came back to bite her in the ass later on.

She sighed, then rubbed the back of her head, before adding, "I am particularly looking for the pastry section. Like... The one with the sweets and all that. Cookies, cakes, all sorts of treats like that. I mean... I would not eat them myself- Well, I would if I bought them, but normally, no." Nice stammering - and recovery. Her tone seemed muted the entire time, while her grip on the shopping cart started to slacken. It wasn't like it'd be a huge loss if she just ditched the cart on the spot, considering that she hadn't even bought anything yet.

Besides, Walker was still probably half-convinced in the back of her mind that the other party would've benefited more from the cart than her anyway. She did seem to be burdened with all those items she was carrying, in spite of the muscles. At least muscular women didn't set an immediate red flag for the older woman, considering that her own mother was... Kind of buff, actually.

"I am probably going the wrong way, really," she admitted with a nervous laugh, "but... I do not know. As said before, you probably have more familiarity with this market than myself. I usually make servants do the work, but... I am far away from home, so... Mind being a good young woman and put that fancy costume of yours to work? I am sure that I would not get lost following you around in store; I can pick you out of a crowd easily with that thing on."

mom said it's my turn for a follow-up......

The two shopping carts bumped into each other. Holding the one across from Jasper, Yeli blinked in surprise before giving him an embarrassed smile. "Oh, sorry about that. I should have been looking where I was going." His eyes drifted to the lower end of the shelf, where some cleaner was. "Perfect. I'm glad I got here in time. I was worried they'd be out like last time," he said as he put two packs in his basket. "You should give it a try if that's not what you're here for. It can clean the worst stains!" He glanced into Jasper's basket, spotting a... unique-looking hoodie. "Hmm, you've got a good idea there. It'd be best to stock up for winter."

Yeli seemed to be staring off into space when he heard a familiar voice, to which he glanced over and noticed a familiar face to match. Smiling lightly, he waved at him as he approached. "Ha! You'd think we'd run into each other in the oddest places considering all that, not a store," he chuckled before looking at the items Skinner had. Bird seeds and... His eyes went back up to him at the question about the neighborhood. "Ah yes, I'm finding it quite nice," Yeli answered with a short nod. "Finally moved everything in. Took a long time, but I can finally relax."
When asked about sweets, Yeli turned his head to gaze forward rather than the older man. "Sweets," he muttered. His smile thinned. It was still very much there, but also not happy. "Yes, I know where they are. My spouse loves cookies. Always wants it, every day. But not the ones I make. The treats here are far better." He seemed to almost growl the last two lines, and his grip on the cart's handlebar was tight enough to make his knuckles white. Almost instantly, however, he calmed down and smiled warmly at Skinner. "Follow me. I was just on my way there, actually."

Brown had been complaining about the lack of food in the house because "their daughter fucking ate half of the goods" (her words, not his), so here was Skinner, in the middle of a supermarket. Not an open-air market, like his wife had requested and hoped! A supermarket! The Bourgeois Revolution sure was bizarre in that regard, as he glanced around and attempted to navigate through the winding mazes of aisles and underneath the blaring artificial light.

"What did she say the girl liked again?" mumbled the aristocrat under his breath while tugging at the collar of his turtleneck, "I swear, I could've missed it the first time she told me..." Which was probably why you needed to pay more attention to your wife at the right time, you dingus. But fine. Maybe he did try, and maybe he forgot. That happened, and both of them knew it. He was an older man, after all. It was probably why he bought birdseed instead of broccoli, and biscuits instead of cookies.

Don't ask how that happened.

As he wandered through the aisles, Skinner eventually noticed a familiar-looking man, with a mysterious smile and (overly) calm demeanor: "You!" He stopped moving so he could steady his items in his hands, then offer the other party a wave. "You again! I hope the bird and raft weren't too problematic for you?" chortled the middle-aged man with a laugh before hobbling forward, seemingly without question. Careful there, sir...

He might've not even known whom he was entangling himself with, nor how much this would kick him in the ass in hindsight. Sure, that was that acrid scent of iron he could always detect when around the other, but that had to be a coincidence, right? The same going for why Skinner's ride bird always seemed uncomfortable whenever the other was brought up as a subject... Thank fuck Brown didn't know he existed, Skinner supposed. She already fretted over so much; her brain might've imploded if she found out her husband was associating himself with... Him.

Clearing his throat, he scanned the aisles surrounding them before asking cheerfully, "I'm assuming that you're adjusting to the neighborhood well since then, yes? Well enough to find out where the supermarkets are!" And as if that was the funniest shit in the world, the middle-aged man started to laugh so heartily that he had to clasp at his side with his free hand. Meanwhile, the bags of birdseed and biscuits dangled from his other hand while he admitted, "But I have to admit... These types of markets around here are always so large and prominent. They've always been, actually. Funny, huh?" Yea. Real funny.

Skinner paused for a moment, then suddenly piped in, "By the way... Do you know where the sweets are? Like the cookies and such. I got biscuits, but I think I got them in the soup aisle... And they're not cookies." He grimaced before shuffling his feet against the floor. "Hoo boy," he muttered under his breath, "my wife is going to kill me if she figures out about that blunder..."

I'll try my best to do a follow-up for NP or ELSE.

(time to commit type way less than the previous person did)

Michi had bumped into Roland, a man who is still way taller than her small height of only a mere 4 feet and 9 inches (144.78 cm) while shopping for sweets and pretty clothing, whatever the girl wanted to buy.

As usual, due to her small height, the girl looked at the man up and down, left and right, side to side. The small little devil (?) girl gave Roland a scowl.

"What are you even!? What are you even doing here!? What is your FASHION SENSE!?" Michi asked.

Wow, a brat very much.

At first, Michi was about to draw out her katana whose sword and the sheath was connected to her back, on her hip area to "teach Roland a lesson". But then, the little child (?) decided to spare Roland, looking up to him.

"Actually, ill spare you! In return, I ask that you tell me where the best candy in this area right now!" Michi asked Roland, looking as innocent and cute as she always seemed to be.

(Roland please I beg don't be Michi's friend unless you want death-)

Edison had just been grocery shopping, thankfully living alone meant not as much time in the grocery store. It was actually rather late, and there weren't many people in the store. Or so he thought. "hm,," he thought, lookin at the cart for a bit. With a relatively empty hall, perhaps he could just.. zoom down it. Like he did as a kid. And so, he got a little bit of a running start and stood on the end of the cart as it sped along for a bit.

 Oh, the good old days. 

Unfortunately this would be ruined- Roxanne had turned the corner, and their carts crashed, knocking pretty much all of the contents onto the floor. "O-oh my gosh- I'm so sorry-" he'd rush over to the items on the floor, putting them back in her cart. "I-I'm so sorry, ma'am. I wasn't lookin' where i was going-" Edison was almost to the point of just sobbing at this point purely out of embarrassment- and probably scolding from Roxanne. "I really didn't mean it, I promise! I had no idea you were even here,, Hey! Um- H-here," he took out a coupon from his pockets, giving it to her. "Its all I really have for now,, again, so sorry, ma'am-"

He'd take his cart, speed walkin away as soon as this confrontation was over, his ears down shamefully. Guess there's a reason why people shouldn't be playing around in the store like that.

Strolling snobbishly down an aisle, the 7ft purple haired Overlord couldn't resist letting his long crystal-encrusted hair flow into the faces of passing shoppers as he browsed the fine wines that were propped up in display; Even the tallest shelves were not safe from his pale, manicured hands from plucking samples for which to be reviewed by the gaze that puts even the finest human wine critics to shame. He gently lifts one of the glass vessels and reads the label through small reading glasses propped on his hooked nose.

Then suddenly, he felt his body buckled around the wireframe of a trolley, the force enough to dislodge and briefly free the bottle from his attention; But his other hand was free to move in and catch it, before it met a loud demise with the wooden floor. 

He snaps his glare on the offender that had foolishly rammed their wheeled casket, whom had chosen to dance with death. An eyebrow lifts as he looks down at a bipedal canine was just gazing back at him, looking rather startled and shaken from the incident. He wanted to teach the infidel a lesson on a feature, most humans fail to grasp: Attention.

Murder filled his mind and it was enough to add to his already cold, heart stabbing glare but he was in a supermarket, there are too many witnesses so he decided on a less 'brutal' tactic. Raising one boot, he slams the heel into the front end of the trolley, taking the inconspious dog with it, and stared amused as he crashed into the dog food aisle behind; A fitting joke for a "bad boy".

Entertained, he takes his chosen wine bottle, drops it into his basket and carries on his way, ignoring the situation that Edison had found themselves in after a encounter with Tenebris.