The General Shopper
12th of Summer, 514 A.V.
The General Store
"Okay Martin." Gale stooped over the small child as he picked up the infant and raising him to his arms. "We are going to go out, but I need you to behave." Gale looked at the child as he held him out in front of him. "You cannot throw a fit this time. " He tilted his head slightly, almost as if he was talking to someone who actually understood what he was saying. "You got it?" He didn't get anything more than a slight giggle from the child who apparently like the look on Gale's face. Gale took that as a 'yes, I understand Godpa Gale'. He was always making up what Martin was saying. It was like his new hobby. "Alright then. Let us get you ready."
Martin was in nothing more than his diaper, which Gale still hadn't gotten the hang of putting on him. At least not neatly. He was a fussy one and Gale always felt like he was going to break the poor kids legs if he made him stop flinging them around when he was changing him. That is not to mention that Gale hadn't fully gotten use to changing his diaper in general. After all, he had only been taking care of Martin for... let's see here. He got Martin on the 75th and today was the, what, 12th? That would be one, two, three... 17 days? Give or take? No, 27? It wasn't very long either way and diapers weren't the easiest thing to get use to.
Nevertheless, Gale pulled the baby to his chest, wrapping an arm around him and tucking one under as he worked his way around the room looking for his blanket. After the last time Gale had brought Martin to do errands with him, Gale had folded his blanket in the basket he bought. He grabbed the basket by it's long handle and pulled it up onto the desk. He unfurled the folded blanket and went over to the bed. The widower spread the blanket out flat and set Martin in the middle before wrapping the corners and edges around the smile child to secure him and to keep him warm.
He left Martin's arm free though, in case he ever got hungry. Gale could just hand him a milk soaked piece of bread instead of having to undo the blanket entirely. Besides, he rather enjoyed watching Martin trying to grab things as he stood or walked by something. It was adorable.
The artist picked up the child, grabbed his back pack (which was now completely fully of Martin's things, such as bread, milk, a diaper clothe, etc), and then finally the basket. He was finally ready to go.
"Let us go get some food." He smiled fondly at the baby boy. He was mainly talking about himself when it came to food, since he technically already had Martin's lunch. But he would, of course, be eating with Martin, which is why he included the us. That and he got in the habit to talking to Martin and saying 'us' whenever he had him with him. Which was more often than not, surprisingly.
Gale left the Grotto and made his way down the street, returning to the never ending dance on the plebeians as they walked, ran, and shuffled their way down the street. He needed to go to the General store first. He was out of vegetables. Again. He loved vegetables, especially salads. And basically anything you can put in salads.
Making his way through the alleys and street ways, Gale passed the fish market and came up to the docks, meeting the font door to the General Store. His eyes panned the room briefly, looking at the small signs handing on the shelves for the food isles. Not that he needed too, for he came here whenever he needed more vegetables.
The pessimist went to his right, going down an isle in which contained the store's vast selection of dried foods.