Orien was still brimming with excitement even though the cart behind him looked dangerously close to bursting. Boxes leaned at questionable angles, cup noodles were stacked like unstable towers, and frozen goods were wedged into gaps that should not have existed in the first place. Yet none of that seemed to concern the golden dragonling in the slightest.
"We should try that one too," he insisted, pointing toward a shelf they had absolutely no business approaching.
Liam immediately caught his sleeve. "Don't move," he warned seriously. "The carts are already full."
Orien glanced back at the overloaded disaster behind them and hesitated for half a second.
"I'll get it," Liam declared with confidence.
"Get what?" Orien asked.
"You'll see."
