Brown actually found the idea of going to a grocery store humiliating, given that the building in general just sounded... Lowly for her? She was used to the open-air markets of the elite, where she'd stroll with the sky overhead while picking out the goods she thought as appropriate for her needs; it was inherently comforting that way, just being able to smell the scents from outside all intermingling with each other, and it was the one time she felt inherently comfortable with so many people in a public place at once. If she had to go inside, it was at least for the sake of a specialty store, where goods that weren't likely to be offered in the open-air market were sold (particularly fossils).
In other words, just an average, generalized market on likely some dingy side of the city wasn't her cup of tea, chief.
Nevertheless, Johnson did ask for some flowerpots for some of the plants back at home, and though she was so pissed that she wanted to crash one of them over his head... Brown nevertheless sighed and took her friend's request, walking into the store while clenching the cart's handle like it was a weapon. Could she even lift this thing? Only one way to find out, as she approached the aisle intended for the gardening supplies. There, the woman encountered a pink-haired individual holding up a pot containing a cactus; she could hear him faintly muttering something under his breath, and she was curious and catty enough to try interfering.
"Oh, hello there," she interjected with a raucous croon as her eyes shifted between the cactus the other party was holding and the flowerpots she was supposed to buy. Actually, the flowerpots could wait for later. She needed Johnson to pay for humiliating her on the beach a while back anyways. "A cactus seems a bit counter-intuitive for someone as bright as you, hm?" Brown tittered into her palm before propping her head up with a hand. She even couldn't help but flutter her eyes as she added, "Unless you really are as abrasive as a cactus's spines. Plants do speak a lot about someone in terms of personality, after all."
That sure explained a lot, given Brown's own taste in plant selections (which included treasures such as roses, oleanders, and an obnoxiously large kudzu vine that she had to trim almost every other day). Nobody, however, sincerely said that Brown wasn't a hypocrite.
With her typical playful note, the middle-aged woman soon added, "... But... Even then... I have to do admit that plants are pretty. Pretty enough to accumulate a bunch of them in a little garden and admire them until they inevitably die." What. The. Hell. She continued to chuckle into her palm like this was somehow funny, before suddenly, her smile disappeared. Flowerpots suddenly existed again, and Brown kind of hated that.
"That asides," the aristocrat now asked sweetly, perhaps with a hint of taut saccharine, "do you mind at least giving me some advice on how flowerpots work? I admittedly do not have much experience with them since I usually grow my specimens outdoors, but one of my friend wants to try them indoors, so... I reckon, maybe with that little cactus in your hand, you could be of some use in that regard. I could... Give you some money if you need an incentive..." It's totally not like the cupid already has a lot of money on his own, oh no. But in Brown's defense, she was unaware, and honestly, engaging in conversation with a possibly irritable stranger would be preferred to seeing Johnson again anytime soon.
Brown almost kills a man, part.... oh god..... time for a follow-up my bros.
Eventually, the woman secured the flowerpots that she needed to buy for Johnson, though... To be honest, she kind of just bought the cheapest ones that looked decent and hoped they were ultimately shitty enough to end up collapsing after several pounds of dirt were placed in them. Johnson, after all, knew nothing about botany, and Brown was one to use that as an advantage - especially for reasons as petty as the entire beach incident. She also happened to notice that his nose was bandaged, but she didn't think too much about it.
"He deserved it anyways," the woman reasoned to herself with a huff as she walked into the grocery store. Again. Though this time, the woman didn't really want to buy anything; she just wanted to scan it for any items that might catch her interest later on - as well as to be a total fucking prick and see how many people she could terrify with her mere presence. Fun!
However, just as when the game started, her eyes narrowed. She thought she saw someone vaguely... Familiar passing by her. Adieu, whatever calmness she had moments earlier. Brown sniffed, initially averting her eyes from the young man, but then her being pissed as fuck could no longer be ignored, so it was time to be passive-aggressive in her movements and behavior. Game objective shifted. Now she no longer had to terrify as many people as possible, just this one asshole who not only acted like a patronizing fellow around her but also happened to slander her friend twice.
Her eyes, of course, did remain mainly focused on the inventory of each aisle - though it was mainly to preserve an innocent facade. She saw chocolate bars, some cantaloupes, maybe a can of baby food or two... How organized was this market!? Holy fuck! Or maybe her memory was mixing them up, as her other senses were attuned to the gentle humming of the wheels, the quite footsteps on the tile floor, the cursing that she could occasionally hear coming from the other party. She knew her husband griped about it so, so much, and she had the feeling that he was here, he'd loom over her shoulder and tell her the same. Exact. Thing. It made her teeth gnash just thinking about it.
Brown looked up at the other party with narrowed eyes, only for him to look back. Oh, did that piss her off. She only got more pissed when he started walking in a different direction - then swerved back in hers. Is this asshole trying to bump into me? she thought with hunched shoulders. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she swung the cart in his direction, hoping to hit either the cart or him - just to be a little bitch. That, however, backfired, and she ended up crashing with him into a bunch of fruit.
"Who even leaves this shit out like this?" she hissed before wiping some stray watermelon and cantaloupe off her clothes. Now she couldn't even go back to Johnson and bitch about what had happened in the store! This will be fine! Her hands snatched the towel out of the young man's hand as she preened herself for exactly one second before... She started to wring it into some sort of ligature. Oh no. Brown made sure no fruit juice was in the towel before glancing around just to see where the other party was - only for him to have been gone. Good for him. Not so good for her.
Spitting curses under her breath, the woman dropped the towel, allowing it to unfurl, before getting off the ground and sighing. Hopefully her reputation was enough for her to keep the game of "terrify as many people as possible" going. Hopefully.