"First out means first to grab the bags, mija!" Jyn calls out before Sofia can scamper over to her father and uncle without helping with the groceries. She pops the trunk before she climbs out of the car after the little girl, giving Kay a little wave.
"Bold move to stay when it's my night to cook." Bold or dangerous, really, since she is still not an exceptionally accomplished cook. She flashes them a bright smile, jerking her head toward the trunk. "But since you're here, you both have to help with the groceries too."
They both should have fled when the car rolled up.
Jyn heads to the trunk to find a couple bags for Sofia to handle, the chips and snacks and bread, things not too heavy or fragile. The long handles make the reusable bags almost drag against the ground, even settled on her shoulders, as Sofia brings both bags in at once and Jyn knows from experience that she's going to hit them on every step but it's too cute to find a different way to carry them. It's precious.
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"Bold move to stay when it's my night to cook." Bold or dangerous, really, since she is still not an exceptionally accomplished cook. She flashes them a bright smile, jerking her head toward the trunk. "But since you're here, you both have to help with the groceries too."
They both should have fled when the car rolled up.
Jyn heads to the trunk to find a couple bags for Sofia to handle, the chips and snacks and bread, things not too heavy or fragile. The long handles make the reusable bags almost drag against the ground, even settled on her shoulders, as Sofia brings both bags in at once and Jyn knows from experience that she's going to hit them on every step but it's too cute to find a different way to carry them. It's precious.