Teh Frixz
That lady robot
Avoyelles
At least right now the aisle she was in was mostly empty. Aveey staring at a wall of spices. It was different than just going out back and picking what you needed out of the ground. Everything here was written small and in fancy lettering, making it more difficult for her to read. She was barely literate as it was and with the tiny scribbling, she had to take each spice and pop the top off to smell and taste rather than read the words out loud. Making sure nobody was looking, she popped the top off the next spice and did a quick lick and dip of her finger.
The heat spread out delightfully on her tongue and the scent was unmistakable. "Cayenne peppeh!" She shouts in recognition, clapping the top back on the container and depositing it in the basket hooked neatly on her elbow. What did she need next...garlic powder, paprika, maybe real garlic instead of powdered. But what aisle was that in. Aveey looks skyward at the aisle sign, visibly mouthing out the words on it. The image of herself making faces made her laugh, thinking that this was only gonna get worse in the meat aisles. If they even had a meat aisles that was. If there was one thing to wrinkle her nose it was frozen food. Especially if they dared put 'cajun' style on the box. Shameful.
Not seeing garlic on the aisle sign, she leans back in towards the wall hoping maybe to see a GAR written somewhere that didn't have a POWD around it.