To the grocery store.

"Hey guys," Sara chirps as she slips into the back seat. "What took you so long?"

"Traffic," you reply, hoping by keeping your words to a minimum it does not arouse her suspicions on the real reason why you are late to pick her up.

"Hi, Sara, how was your day?" Lisa asks.

"Meh," your roommate replies. "What's for dinner?"

"Um, I haven't decided yet," you answer. "Let's go to the grocery store."

"No pizza though!" Sara giggles as you drive to Farmer Bob's Market, which is not far from your apartment building.

The girls stick close to you, one on each side, as you push the cart through the produce section. You teach them how to check the vegetables for quality.

"I wish I can cook," Sara frowns.

"Can you boil an egg?" you ask.

"Yes," she sighs.

"Then there's still hope for you!"

"Can I help you tonight so I can learn?" she asks.

You glance at Lisa and she bites her lower lip.

"Maybe another time," you reply. "We'll start an easier recipe."

"Okay," she nods.

"I can cook," Lisa announces.

"Oh? What can you cook?" Sara asks.

"My mom taught how to cook Chinese dishes," Lisa answers, "and pasta. I love Italian food!"

"How about pasta then?" you suggest.

"Sure!" the girls reply in unison.

"Okay, how about lemon linguine with roasted tomatoes, arugula, and creamy mozzarella cheese?"

"I'm drooling already!" Sara moans.

The girls help you find the ingredients you need and you head to the checkout where the young man behind the till cannot keep his eyes off of your roommate and neighbor.

"Do you need help to your car?" he asks after giving you the receipt.

"It's okay, I can handle them both," you chuckle.