Nose Goes

“Wanna go to the market?”

“Sure, I could grab a bite.” Mark shrugged.

Penny laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

She just shook her head and hopped down from the bed. “Let’s go!”

Once through the sliding doors, Penny immediately darted to the pasta aisle. Mark was thinking of a nice fettucini alfredo, but there were no sauce-filled jars, nor packages of pasta. There were just walls with rows and rows of indents.

“Mmmm!” Penny pressed her nose into a groove labelled “marinara.”

“Uh…I thought we were getting food.” 

She laughed again.

“You’re so silly, what century do you think we’re in?”