Blaze pauses for a moment. "Yeah, that's fine. Thank you."

"Mmkay, tomatoes, onions, carrots, what else... squash maybe?  Or green beans?"

"Um- either? Both? Whatever you prefer?"

"May as well get both, I think squash keeps pretty well... any fruit while I'm in the produce page?"

She thinks for a moment. "Apples?" (They're good quick snacks.)

"Apples it i- wow, I knew there were a ton of kinds of apples, but, like, there are a ton of kinds of apples.  Uh.  Gala, I guess?"

"-Yes?" (Apples were apples weren't they??)

"So, Gala apples, then, ooh, and we're coming up on clementine season...  anything else in produce, or what's the next thing?"

She thinks for a moment, shakes her head at the offer of more from the produce section, and moves on with her mental list.

Once she gets to the end, Cassie hmmms a moment and then says, "If you need toothpaste, or like, sundries?  I can hand you the laptop if you don't wanna tell me.  Except maybe they'd all come in the same bags?  There's probably a gift packaging option, I guess?"

"I- uh, no. That's- It's alright- I'm fine?"

"Mmkay."  Cassie types and clicks things for a while longer, then sets the laptop back on the card table.  "Okay, you can have Bill Nye back now.  I usually do in-store pickup 'cause I can get there all right, so once it's time you can pick whether you go along or stay here?"

She nods rapidly. "I- yes. Thank you."

Cassie glances over at her workshop area, then settles back into the couch.  "Should be- I think about an hour?  They do text notifications- so we should have time for two, two and a half episodes."

Blaze smiles, and rejoins Cassie on the couch.

Cassie's a bit more fidgety this time- she pulls the Rubik's cube back out about ten minutes into the first episode, but doesn't seem to be focused on solving it, just spinning the cubes around and around.

Blaze notices. "I- you don't have to- if you don't want-?"

"No, I- I mean.  Sorry.  I usually don't- I can figure out some stuff that's lap-sized.  'S fine."

"If you're...sure? I don't want to- keep you?"

"No, it's not- you're not-"  She runs a hand through her hair.  "Here, give me like two minutes and I'll be right back, I promise you're not imposing or anything."

She nods, and looks...if not convinced, then at least somewhat reassured.

"Okay.  Okay, let me just..."  She chews on her lower lip, looking around the workshop for a moment, and then moves into her chair and clatters off, collecting a couple of older-looking computers, a large plastic tub, and a small divided tray like for beads or fishing tackle.  "Sorry, I just- I get twitchy, sometimes, when I don't have something to do with my hands, 's not your fault."  She scoots the laptop a little toward Blaze so there's room for the tray and tugs the table as close to the couch as it will get.  "How's that?"

"I- yes, that's- this is...good?"

"Okay, thanks."  Computers go on couch, Cassie goes on couch, tub goes on chair, chair turns out to have hidden compartments from which tiny screwdrivers can be produced.  "Let me know if I get too squirmy to lean on comfortably, okay?"

She nods. "Yes'm."