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"Okay." Oscar continued to follow her, but then happened to glance upwards momentarily and stopped, frowning. "Honor? What's that thing up there?" He pointed at a security camera placed in the upper corner. "It….it's watching me like a person would watch me."
She followed where he was pointing with her eyes and started to explain once she saw what he was pointing to, "That's a security camera, almost all stores have them and it's just used to make sure people don't steal anything. It's not watching you alone, don't worry, and it's not alive, it's just a camera." Honor readjusted the food in her arms and continued on before she had to explain in any more detail, "Almost done shopping. Do you still want to see the park?"
"Uhm….yes." Oscar tore his eyes away from the camera with difficulty, trailing after Honor. "Yes, I do. But how does the camera know when people are stealing things if it's not alive?"
"There's someone else watching the video feeds from all the cameras in the store," She explained as she walked, eventually finding the container of food and looking at Oscar. "Let's go pay for all of this, then get going again. We still have to go to the library today and my parents house."
"Uh-huh….." Oscar still looked troubled. "What if….what if the people that are looking for me see us through the cameras? Can they do that?"
Honor shrugged, not quite sure now that she thought about it, "Maybe, but I don't think they'd be looking in grocery stores. Most of your kind don't have people who help them blend in to society, so they're probably not looking for you here."
Oscar nodded slowly, pulling his hats lower over his eyes. "have you ever met one of my kind before, Honor? Is that why you're not afraid of me like everyone else is?"
"I..I've met one of your kind before, yes," She said gently, not going any deeper into the subject as she paid for the items and walked out to the car, making sure Oscar was following behind.
Oscar blinked and turned to look at her more closely as they headed across the parking lot, noticing the change in her tone. "….What happened?"
Honor shrugged, then shook her head, "I'll tell you later, it's a long story." She smiled when they reached the car and unlocked it, tossing the groceries onto Oscar's seat before hopping in and moving them. There wasn't much room in the front of the truck, so she just tucked them by where his feet would go, hoping he wouldn't step on the food.
Oscar carefully folded himself into the passenger seat, buckling himself in with ritual care. "Okay…..so. We're going to the park now?"
(I gtg walk, back later)
"Yep, now to the park," She said, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel as the truck rumbled to life and she started the drive to the park. It was only a few minutes out of town, though still close enough to get quite a lot of use from families.
(I gotta go to bed but have this anyway)
Oscar stared out the window as the building on either side fell away, to be replaced by half-grown fields of corn and alfalfa. "So….what are those big square patches of land with plants on them? Why do the plants grow in such straight lines like that?"
(night! Lol one perk of living in the midwest, I didn't even have to look this info up)
Honor looked out on the fields and smiled a little, explaining with ease this time, "Those are corn and alfalfa fields, they grow in straight lines because they're planted by a giant machine that's correctly named the planter. They plant them in early spring and all summer they grow, when it hits fall though, they harvest them with the combine."
(haha same XD)
"Oh." Oscar seemed quite interested. "Why do people plant them? Are they for food? I didn't see anything that looked like the in the store…."
"These crops aren't food for people, they're sold for animal feed. Most of the crops around here are," She replied, pulling into a quite large field scattered with trees. It was surrounded by corn on one side and the start of a small wooded portion on the other three sides, but the field was full of playground equipment and the grass was quite green, "Here we are, the park." There were a few other people around as well, mostly kids playing on the equipment and some others playing in a makeshift football game.
Oscar gazed at the new location with fascination. "It's nice here," he said almost instantly. "I like it. It's way better than the mall or the grocery store. People seem like….they're usually happy here."
Honor smiled and nodded, parking out of the way of the game on the gravel, "Yeah, parks are usually places that are happy. And being outside is always a plus in my opinion." She grabbed the bag of food from by his feet before hopping out of the truck, humming in decision, "Now, do we just sit on the tailgate and eat? Or find a spot in the grass to set up camp and eat?"
Oscar followed her out, looking all around excitedly. "The grass looks nice. But if we sit there, will we be in the way of those other people doing….whatever they're doing?"
"They're playing football, it's a sport. We can sit under the tree over there, then we're out of the way," She said, pointing to a giant tree on the far side of the field. It was out of the way of the game, and the shade would feel nice if it got hot out. Honor shrugged, glancing at him, "Up to you, Oscar."
"Let's go to the tree," Oscar decided, starting boldly towards it. "I read about trees. They're alive, but not the same way people are alive, I guess. And they eat light and dirt and water, not human food. So we don't have to worry about it stealing our picnic."
She laughed and nodded, "It won't eat our food, that's right. It doesn't exactly eat dirt though, just takes the nutrients from the ground." There was no blanket in her truck to sit on, but she didn't really mind, following after him and watching the game.
"Well, yeah," Oscar corrected himself. "Nutrients." He sat down under the tree, turning eagerly to the food Honor was carrying. "Okay, I'm very hungry now. How do we make our sandwiches?"
"Let the master sandwich maker show you," She said, grinning a little and sitting down by him. She took the cheese, bread, and meat out of the bag before pulling out two pieces of bread and sticking a piece of cheese and some meat between them. "Ta-da, the classic meat and cheese sandwich," Honor said, holding it out to him and shrugging, "You can have this one, or you can make one of your own."
Oscar took the sandwich, studied it closely for a moment, then handed it back. "I want to try making my own, I think," he said seriously. "I'm not a master sandwich maker like you, but if I practice for myself then maybe one day I will be. Oh, and where do the chips go? Are they part of the sandwich?"