#i'm not super sold on the ending bc i literally write it 2 minutes before posting jfkjdgjkdff but. oh well

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FINNPETRA FLUFF FEBRUARY ❃ DAY 17: GROCERIES

i’m writing a little fluffy prompt piece set around my wip muddy roads & foxgloves every day for the month of february. see all FinnPetra Fluff February posts here!

POV: Finneas.

setting: post-series. they’ve been dating for some time.

synopsis: Finneas and Petra take a trip to the store to grab some special ingredients and end up having a contest.

words: 708

other notes: i make some references to things that happened in a previous drabble, and while you don’t have to read that one to fully understand this one, it does provide a little more context.

The single Buhaki grocery store in Richeport specialized in food items imported not only from Buhaki Bomi, but also from neighboring Zangolo, with which it shared a lot of similar culture, including the cuisine. Which was why, when Petra decided to try out one of her Zangolese mom’s recipes, it was the perfect stop to procure all the right ingredients they wouldn’t find in a regular Agnesian grocery store.

However, not five minutes after stepping into the store, Finneas and Petra somehow turned the trip into a race to see who could get everything on the list first.

Finneas was always down for a good healthy contest with his equally—if not more—competitive girlfriend. But as he clutched his empty shopping basket and stared down the rows of colourful yet unfamiliar fruits and vegetables, he realized that this particular store gave Petra an unfair advantage.

What the hell is a “kerro”? he wondered, scanning the handwritten signs hung over the produce with names he had never heard or seen in his life. 

“You’re slacking,” taunted a voice behind him.

Finneas whirled around to find Petra smirking up at him, her basket already half full.

“No peeking,” she said, holding the basket behind her back as he strained to have a look inside.

He scowled. “This isn’t fair. I don’t know what anything here is,” he protested.

“Too late,” Petra told him. “You should've thought of that before agreeing to do this.”

“Just give me a hint. What's a ‘kerro’? Is it a vegetable?”

“Okay, one hint.”

She beckoned him to come closer. Curious, Finneas leaned down as she raised herself onto the tips of her toes, bringing her face close to his, so dizzyingly close he could see the flecks of gold in her eyes, and when their lips were nearly touching, those full, rosy lips of hers parted and she whispered…

"You're in the wrong section."

Before Finneas could react, she whirled around and took off, giggling, down the aisle, leaving poor Finneas reeling from how close she was to kissing him in the middle of the store.

"Good luck!" she called over her shoulder, her curly ponytail bouncing against her back as she ran.

"That doesn't help at all!" he whined, but she had already disappeared around the corner.

Resigned to the reality that there was no way he was going to win this particular contest, Finneas began to aimlessly wander the aisles with his empty basket, skimming the rows of items foreign to him. Even if he didn’t find any of the items needed for Petra’s mom’s stew, maybe he could find something else that would make up for his loss. 

And when he rounded the corner and came face to face with a display of baked goods, he found just the thing.

A tray of golden biscuits topped with dollops of a rich reddish paste.

He called over the worker behind the counter and requested half a dozen of them, which were carefully packed into a clear plastic container. Then, he made his way straight to the checkout area to wait.

“Hey, loser.”

Finneas whirled around just as Petra popped out from one of the aisles, her basket filled to the brim with food items of all kinds. He swiftly slipped the box of biscuits behind his back.

“You gave up,” Petra remarked smugly, pointing to his empty basket.

Finneas shrugged. “I wouldn’t call it giving up,” he replied. “I just changed my strategy.”

He gracefully produced the biscuits from behind his back. 

Petra’s face lit up. “Those biscuits we had at the hotel in Nisraha,” she exclaimed. “I’ve been trying to find them ever since the trip!”

Finneas grinned triumphantly. “Does that get me a few points?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Enough to win?”

“Mmm…” Petra pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes at the biscuits, then eyed her own basket. “Debatable.”

“A tie, then,” Finneas bartered. “It’s a bit of a win-win, no?”

“Okay, fine. We both win.” Petra took the biscuits out of his hands and placed them on top of the pile of items in her basket, then thrust the heavy load into Finneas’ hands. “But to make it truly even, since I’ve been carrying this heavy basket this whole time, now it’s your turn.”

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