It was late in the evening. Kagome sat in front of a low table, brush and paper and ink in front of her. InuYasha walked out of the sleeping room, quietly closing the door behind him.
“Atae’s asleep?” she asked.
“Yeah, finally,” the hanyou said as he moved to the fire pit, preparing it for the night. “Making your shopping list?”
Kagome nodded, resting the handle of the brush against her bottom lip. “Salt,” she said, writing down the item.
“Salt,” InuYasha said as he moved a piece of wood with the tongs. “Already?”
She looked up at him, slightly amused. “Yes, already, unless you just want to eat what you can catch this winter, and nothing else.”
“You’re the cook,” he acknowledged, grinning sheepishly.
“We need at least two more rice bowls. When we watched Miroku’s kids last, we had to make the twins share, and Atae broke one of them since then.” She wrote that down on her list.
“Put down some of those dried fish for the soup,” InuYasha said. He carefully added a small piece of pine to the fire, and watched it as it flared up to give a bit more light to what his wife was doing.
“So you liked that?” she said, looking up surprised. “Sango didn’t think you would.”
“Feh,” he said, grinning. “That’s cause when she made them, she put something spicy in it, too. You know what I like better.”
She smiled up at him fondly. “Lamp oil. Sewing needles. Thread. Hair oil.” She wrote down each of the items, then looked back up at him. “I promised Atae some treats. You think the person you got the chimaki from last time will still be there? Atae really liked those.”
InuYasha shrugged and put the tongs back. “Maybe. There’ll be something.”
Once again, then, the brush handle went to her lip, and she paused, thinking. “Incense. Pick something that doesn’t give you headaches this time, ok?” she said. “The stuff Miroku uses down at the village temple makes you sneeze, and we can’t use that for our butsudan. You can’t trust Miroku on this. He doesn’t have your sense of smell.”
He nodded, then dusted his hands off, and stood up. “Anything else?”
“Do you feel up to a visit with the cloth merchant?” She looked up at him sheepishly.
The hanyou looked at his wife, and sighed. “Maybe you should just come with us. I remember what happened last time I went there for you.”
“I told you I was sorry,” she said.
“And I told you that I just don’t know what I’m doing there. So we’ll get Rin or Sango to watch Atae tomorrow, and you can choose whatever it is you need.” He unfastened the ties to his suikan.
“You don’t mind?” she asked. She put out the lamp, then stood up.
“Course not. You’ll be happy, the cloth merchant’ll be happy, and I won’t be stuck there listening to Miroku’s bad jokes all by myself. Sounds like a winner to me.” He took off his jacked and walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her.
“That’s what you said last time.” She reached up, and kissed him on the chin. “You sure you don’t want to go to the cloth dealer so you don’t have to be alone with Miroku?”
He smiled down at her. “We better go to bed. We have an early morning.”
Kagome just laughed.