Chandler nearly let out a laugh of triumph as a sales associate offered him a basket, and he dumped everything they'd collected into it. It would now be much easier to add more to their pile, which he was sure was a goal of the day. Fill the basket to the brim, or buy everything in the store.
Maybe he should find a bigger basket...
He put the basket onto to tiled floor and sat cross-legged beside Wendy, to get a good look at the giggling stickies. "Oy, this might be more terrifying than it is cute!" he let out with a laugh, pulling his hand back quickly as the sticker began to quiver and shake with laughter, "I don't know how much an infant could appreciate it."
Stretching one leg out, Chandler realized that they had been walking an awful lot. They were very good at that, actually---well, well he and Wendy were good at...walking, they weren't. There wasn't a 'they' to compliment in such a manner, it was more of...it was really just two people doing things together. In a friendly manner. He swallowed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassing himself with his internal defining of their rela----status----their being.
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