The children were not listening, they were too taken in by the space to hear their mother speak, especially Ariel who had begun the effort of trying to count the towering shelves.
"It's like a comic book." Earl shouted as he zoomed past her on Hunter's back.
He said that because there were rows of canned food that caught the light like amber, and stacks of clothes that looked soft enough to dive into. Lego's and other animated figurines were lined up like defense warriors. He found it so cool.
Castiel was on Tank's shoulder, and they crossed into the non-living section. He pointed a trembling finger toward a section of shelving that looked like a mountain range made entirely of cakes and chips. He tried to speak, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The sheer majesty of his favorite onion pringles left him speechless.
