[Right. Shopping. She'd all but forgotten. Although does it really constitute as shopping?

She might, just might, give a little choked cough at the pink number he has, and discards.]

Not keeping that? The pink brings out the blond in your hair.

[How she manages to keep a straight face with that, she doesn't know, but she does. Dead serious. At least for a moment, until she's moving on.]

Strange to think about. No armies fighting each other. No rogue mercenaries. No missing tech... Just- shopping.