Preparations

[Pietro Maximoff]

"This, no, shopping, yes," ::Pietro answered. He went food shopping fairly often, but this was stock-piling in preparation for a disaster. Arriving at the car, he set down the crates and opened the trunk.:: "Put the weapon in the very back."

[prism]

Rin took the weapon, and then pushed it all the way back in the trunk, then stood back up. His eyes lit up suddenly. "I just had an idea... Could there be a way to set up the Danger Room so we could train with the rocket launcher in there... but not use the rocket launcher we have? Thereby not wasting ANY ammo, and getting all the practice we need?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

"We can try," ::Pietro replied. He settled a blanket over the weapon, then placed both crates in the back of the trunk, before shutting the door. The Danger Room had not been designed for weapons training, but it was worth the attempt.::

[prism]

Rin shrugged, walking to his side of the car. "Well, I'm no computer person, but I assumed that it would be a simple matter of programming the launcher into it.. Or something. Everything else is already programmed, so I assumed the physics would be the same." He sounded like he knew more then he did, but they were mostly educated guesses: Hypothesis.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro opened his door, slid into the driver's seat, and waited for the young man to enter before starting the engine.:: "Weapons each have their own feel. You need to train on your weapon to learn it."

[prism]

Rin stepped into the car as Pietro did. He shrugged gently as he put on his seatbelt. "That's true, maybe I just over estimate the power of the Danger Room."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Once Rin had fastened himself in, Pietro maneuvered the car from the parking space. They would visit the large market in Yonkers to buy the food supplies.:: "You can practice accuracy there, without weapons."

[prism]

Rin shrugged again, as if to give an okay, and watched the road. "So, just out of curiosity, how much does the mansion spend on food any given week?" He asked, wondering if there were other ways he could help around the mansion.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"You do not want to know," ::Pietro replied, as he drove them down one of the main streets towards Westchester. It was an incredible amount to spend on groceries each week, though it was necessary to feed all of the students.::

[prism]

It sounded almost as if Pietro were to do a joke, and Rin gave a smirk at the thought. "I'll take that as a 'Too much'. Where does the money come from? And if I'm getting into business I don't need to know about, feel free to tell me to shut up." He was simply curious, and thought that maybe his own inherited billions could help the mansion in some way.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"The Professor has it," ::Pietro responded, maneuvering the vehicle onto the necessary road. He did not know details of finances, having always worked hard for his own spending money. The mansion never lacked for want of money, so there was more than enough.::

[prism]

Rin shrugged it off and nodded, looking ahead to the road in silence once more.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro merged them onto the highway, and they continued to drive in silence until they reached Yonkers. Once in Westchester again, he took them from the highway onto the main road, which led to the Super Stop and Shop. Parking the car, he walked with Rin to the entrance, and took two shopping carts.:: "Did your family buy into that millennial nonsense?"

[prism]

Rin took one of the shopping carts and walked along with Pietro. "Millenial nonsense? You mean like Y2K?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Yes, that," ::Pietro said with a nod. The doors to the grocery store slid open, and the cool air blew down upon them.::